Yesterday was the last marching band competition. This coming week is the last week of play. These two extracurriculars which have taken my time, my sweat, and my tears are coming to a close.
Thank goodness.
Okay, a few people are going, “What? But don’t you love them?” Just because I love them doesn’t mean I don’t want things to end. I find something very satisfying about a job well-done, and I can usually only judge how well done I’ve done at the very end. For me, endings aren’t bad. Everything must end eventually. School, memories, outings…while some endings do cause me sadness, one thing ending means that another thing can begin. Everything, with the exceptions of God, family, friendship, will one day end.
And hey, if I finish strong, then I can look back on it and say, “Good job. Now your ready to work on something even bigger and better.”
And if I don’t finish strong, then I can do better at my next project.
So, no, I do not fear endings.