As long as you know you don’t have to go back.

My land is bare of chattering folk;
the clouds are low along the ridges,
and sweet’s the air with curly smoke
from all my burning bridges.
—Dorothy Parker

You have to like that sweet air, too.

Regards,

Kelly

This is why I’m not a professor right now at a certain college in Ontario.

This was several years ago. I was in a toxic job. I saw the timbers start to go up in flames, and I did nothing to stop it.

Burn, baby, burn!

And if I had to do it over again, I think I’d do the same thing.

You know what? I think some bridges are meant to be burnt.

I agree about bending over backwards. It’s becoming more and more important as fewer people do it. Burning bridges? Not for me usually, but like you say, you have to know when.

I have a long, long fuse, but I’ve seen a bridge or two that were well worth burning. Thank goodness they’re infrequent!

Regards,

Kelly

Anyway, I don’t understand why more people don’t understand these things. It seems like common sense. But I guess it’s not. We are all lacking in something.

It all is a matter of balance, I guess. It’s all a matter of knowing when to burn your bridges. Ha!