On Being Unfinished

We treat unfinished as failed. A draft, a plan, a person still in progress — all quietly apologising for not being done.

“The most compassionate sentence I know is: not yet.”

Nothing in nature is embarrassed by its season. The tree is not failing in winter. It is doing exactly what winter requires.

I am learning to hold my ambitions with open hands — to work hard without demanding that the work be finished on my schedule.