Finish Line

I finished a training program over the weekend.

Nothing terribly exciting about that, except that I’m a starter, not a finisher.

Or at least I have been.

Still am.

But yesterday, I officially joined the ranks of the finishers.

Which, after years of picking up somewhat heavy things and putting them down again, both metaphorically and actually, and reinforcing those other voices that tell me I’ll never finish anything?

Felt pretty good.

It’s not about the first steps, it’s about the last.