I’m sure we’ve all heard that word before “unfinished“. Going over the sound of the word in my head causes anxiety to wash over me. What is it about the word that makes every cell in my body cringe one after the other as if doing the wave? I guess it is maybe because I like closure and I have an incessant need for things to make sense. Maybe the perfectionist in me feels anxiety over the word unfinished because it is not neatly organized into a box and tied with a bow. The thing is though, that the reality of life is that some things are always going to be left unfinished. How do I make peace with that? How do I begin to accept that closure is a luxury that I won’t always be afforded? How do I make peace with the concept of ‘accepting an apology that I will never get’? Or how do I become used to the idea that things will never go as planned?
Truth be told accepting such a reality seems quite enervating, however it is reality nonetheless. I think grieving for things is the road to acceptance. Maybe you wanted to attend a certain university, or get casted for a certain play and it didn’t happen, grieve for it, accept it and move on. Maybe you did get accepted or casted and circumstances meant that you needed to walk away leaving it unfinished, grieve for it, accept it and move on.
The thing is we’re all going to leave many things unfinished and that reality may be haunting even after you’ve made your peace with it. I think that’s okay after all that’s what unfinished does to us.
Thank you as always for reading. Till next time, Be Brave, Be True, Be you!
-Liz
[This post is in response to the Daily Prompt ‘Unfinished’.]