Unfinished
“Finished” is the obsession of my life.
“I will be happy and at peace when I’m finished with _________________,” I say to myself.
Art doesn’t look as beautiful, food doesn’t taste as good, and music doesn’t sound as sweet until every item on my to-do list has a line through it.
In the last few years, I’ve become a husband, homeowner, and father in that sequence. Each of those roles is teaching me that if I want to be happy and at peace, I need to learn to live with “unfinished.”
Indeed, if I want to be in lifelong, loving relationships with my wife and son, “unfinished” is the only way to be.
On most days, I have to choose between finishing my list of things to do–things that neither live nor love–or living and loving unfinished relationships. It’s easier to cross things off a list than it is to try again to connect on a deep level with someone who is as different and difficult...