Finishing Well

I have never been a strong finisher.

Starting well is easy.

A new project. A new recipe. A new diet. A new job.

I can deal with the frustrations and bummers because the new there is energy and excitement that helps me see all the possibility and promise in the new things in my life.

The problem I usually face is when the excitement wears of and the reality of my situation sets in.

As I have matured over the years I have grown better at remaining committed once the thrill is gone, but finishing brings a whole 'nother level of difficulty.

Once something ends there is so little motivation to keep me moving in a positive direction, especially when I was shown to the door and didn't find it on my own.

In the most recent of my "endings" I have worked hard at finishing well.

I could not control the way I was being treated. I could not control the fact that my boss was ready to end my employment. I could not control the fact that the proverbial basket I had placed all my proverbial eggs in was crashing to the ground.

What I can control is my reaction.

I can't see the future nor can I predict what effect my actions in leaving my job amiably will have, but I do know that I have a good feeling about how I finished.

Perhaps I may even find that finishing well could be more important that starting well.