“You have to finish things – that’s what you learn by finishing things.”
Finishing things is good. Mom FINALLY finished one of her half-stories last week. Soon, her writing group named LindaJenVijiLauriandOtherJen will read it and say things about it. Then suddenly, the story will not be finished anymore, and Mom will work on it again. And again. And again.
When I am finished with things, I. Am. Finished.
I am finished going to the vet for a tummy ache. Now I eat my special, yummy, chicken stew foods, and I will never go back there again. #shotshurt
After a few minutes, I am finished trying to get treats out of my treat ball. Mom helps me with the last one or two. Again. And again.
I am finished with early wake-ups. I need my beauty sleep.
I love the sun. But when I’m finished, I’m finished.
On a warm, sunny day, I finish my walks with a street nap
or a street squiggle.
Mom tries and tries to get things going again, but when I am finished, I. Am. Finished.
So hopefully, Mom will start and finish and restart and refinish lots more stories till eventually the right one gets to the right place at the right time. Then she’ll be finished. Till she starts a new one again.
“Finished last will always be better than did not finish, which always trumps did not start.” ~Unknown~