We all want “done” with what feels hard. We feel squirmy with the unfinished.
I’ve become leery these days of words like “breakthrough” and phrases like “I’m never going back” and “everything is different, now” — not because I don’t think there are roads to Damascus yet again, but because they are the miraculous exception, not the norm. They are the rare interregnum in a life lived steadily in one direction…
…growing in inches, not feet.
