“It’s big girl pantie time”, a new friend echos. All the messages point to a stand up instead of balking with fear. Am I cut out to make a difference? Am I old enough? Strong enough? Brave enough?
Not at all, I need another 20-30 years on me but the garment industry does not have time for that development. It’s do or let the machines eventually move between scrap yards and museums.
Like taking the wheel of a ship I have never learned to sail. I know that I love this journey and if I can ignore my uncertainty the garment industry for my hometown may survive another generation.