: UNFINISHED; especially :
I’m glassy-eyed,
I just woke up,
I’m pre-coffee
& I’m staring at this laptop,
& you know what I’ve, once again, rediscovered ??!??
I. LOVE. BLANK.
Blank blog screens.
Blank paper in my notebook.
Blank days on a calendar,
and as I’m mulling the fresh, lovely, emptiness of this syllable over and over in my head,
blank
b l a n k
B L A N K
I’m thinking, what a funny sounding word.
Blank
& with the urge to Google dancing in my brain,
YeP.
I have to know more …
Colorless.
Expressionless.
Absolute, unqualified.
uh-huh, uh-huh
but what else, Google ?
what else ?
: UNFINISHED; especially : having a plain or unbroken surface where an opening is unusual
I exclaim
&
I shall dub her, Unfinished, I decide.
Because every single year.
Every. Single. Time.
Somewhere in February and right smack dab on schedule, she persistently, but oh so patiently, appears.
And with her we’re thisclose to 3 months in, she wonders what am I doing with my days ??
and exactly when will I finish my unfinished ?
That clock is ticking, she gently coaxes.
Say the words.
Do those deeds.
Get whatever needs to be done, done
& leave nothing halfway.
Because our moments are not guaranteed.
They are priceless.
They are perfect.
They are a most glorious gift
&
the older I get, the clearer I see.
♥
Thanks for your annual reminder, Unfinished.
& yep, I agree, unusual opening.
It’s time.
🙂