In an uncharacteristic surge of professional development, I have signed up for three courses. One is a quilting class in Lancaster. Although it escaped my notice until I really thought hard, I have not made a quilt since before Christmas. That is a long time for someone who cranked out upwards of fifty last year. In an effort to dissect reasons, I decided it is because all inclination toward sewing has been redirected to costuming. But come Saturday I will be in a room with twenty other women, listening to an expert and pushing fabric under the needle.

Next month I am scheduled to drive to Philly to up my game in supporting marriage. A Gottman certified leader will usher me and a ballroom of other relationship aficionados through Level One Training. It will contribute to my ability to serve, using research based strategies. 

Next summer I am signed up to attend a writing retreat sponsored by Bryn Athyn College. In the hopes of continuing these daily stories it seems expedient to plunk myself within earshot of established writers willing to offer feedback.

It seems inevitable that things will change. Unless of course I simply want to pay people hundreds of dollars to affirm that I am already at peak performance. They will have suggestions. New directions to try. Perspectives I have not yet considered. My hope is that all three arenas of my life will expand. 

Stagnation might no longer be my fate.