There are so many chapters in my life I have yet to close. It is very hard for me to let go of things, people, or situations. And so I have this treasure trove of notebooks and journals of unfinished chapters roaming through my head.
Often, I keep relationships going well past their prime by inserting a semi-colon or comma when there should be a period. It seems so final when you put a period at the end and finality is something I am not good at. I often find, no matter how hard I try to end things even if it is best for me, I feel guilty. Guilty about not trying ONE MORE TIME.
Recently, I had to make a chapter the final one. It was LONG overdue because I hung on to the fantasy of "woulda, coulda, shoulda, hada". As I write this, a part of me wants to open the book and reread the ending. Like it's going to change or something. It's not and I am okay with that- I hope. (There I go again. I do love a good hyphen.)
Today, I am telling myself endings are just beginnings in reverse and going in reverse never gets you anywhere. So forward I go. Onwards.