Blowing in the wind

Change is terrifying me.

I have spent so many years caught between the blackboard and the sullen desks that their absence feels like guilt. I have replaced the certainty of my daily dose of abuse with the anxiety of seeking work at a time when jobs are prizes pursued by crowds. At times I despair - I will never find gainful employment.

But I persist. And I wonder how many of our current environmental crises could be solved if people were willing to tackle change. Is the process simply too scary? I know I'm ready to give up my process of change.

However, I also know that there is no going back. "That way madness lies". For good or ill I have changed my course. I will persist.

Has our earth reached the point at which there is no going back? Will we even know when we reach, or pass, our tipping point?