It can feel exhausting to constantly be on the search to find the thing that completes you. If just had that job, partner, house, degree, etc. you’d finally feel complete and then it would be ok. You could rest and be happy and whole because those things made you whole. And then, you get there and still feel incomplete. So you look for something else that will finally complete you. And it goes on and on and you wonder why you feel dissatisfied.

As great as it would be, life isn’t usually tied up in a bow. Yes, life is full of stories, but most of them don’t usually have an arc like we see on TV with a beginning, middle and end - a completion. Life is usually a multitude of unexpected and non-linear and unfinished story lines. And that can feel super frustrating when all you want is that neatly tied bow of a ending so you can finally rest.

What if it felt ok and the rest came from accepting the thought that being incomplete and non-linear is the thing that actually makes you whole? Not the job, the partner, etc. Simply knowing you are so ok simply in your incompleteness, without it tied up in a pretty bow? What if accepting your incompleteness is the thing that helps you feel whole?

I’m not saying don’t move toward goals or partners or things you want in life. We are inherently drawn to move forward. And what if you move forward with the intention that your life experience is the beautiful incomplete picture of an ongoing life that can’t be tied up? That you are a beautiful, incomplete person in a messy, incomplete, expansive life and that’s ok?