Sarah E Robison

Mandalas

I looked at the fabric in front of me. My scissors were poised to cut around the first pattern piece, and I hesitated for the slightest moment before pressing the blades together and enjoying the sound of metal transforming cloth. The precise ripping snip told the story – there was no turning back now. As excited as I was, the journey to the first cut was a lot like the rest of my life, and included adventure, self-doubt, and overthinking everything.