I am crying so much more than I have reasons for. I am heavier and more sad than I can justify.

     So, it might be that I am at the end of things. I am getting ready to say goodbye to a whole chapter of my life, and a way of being.
   I have the impulse to start new things and to project into the future, to precariously balance on the edge of what I will leave behind and jump from the ledge as it crumbles beneath my feet.
    Thing is, what I jump from seems to be crumbling ahead of it's moment. Oops.

Here's a new thing to try: I will wait. Feel. Watch. Cry the tears without questioning their validity.
  I will let the sadness in, to mix with restlessness, frustration, failure, uncertainty.
 I might see if I can love every one of them and to let crumbling happen without panic.

   I might try to practice ending something purposefully and faithfully.