Welcome to The Beauty of Being Unfinished.
This is a meditation on imperfection,
Courage,
And living fully.
Settle into a comfortable position,
Let your body be held by the surface beneath you.
Allow your eyes to close,
Or your gaze to soften.
Take a slow,
Deep breath in through your nose,
And exhale gently through your mouth.
Again,
Inhale through the nose,
And gently exhale through the mouth.
With each inhale,
Letting the breath fill your chest,
Noticing the rise and then the fall on the exhale,
Releasing the weight of the day.
There is nowhere to go,
Nothing to prove,
You are allowed to arrive exactly as you are.
Bring your attention to your breathing,
Not changing it,
Just noticing the rise and the fall of each breath.
The simple rhythm has always been within you,
Through every mistake,
Every success,
Every failure,
Every win,
Every loss,
And every sweet moment in between of becoming.
It has never left you,
The simple rhythm of your breath.
Let that be enough for now.
Imagine you are carrying a heavy pack on your back.
Inside of this backpack are all the rules that you've collected,
How you should be,
What you should have figured out by now,
Who you should be for others,
Where you should be at this stage in your life,
Career,
Family,
Kids,
Number in your bank account,
Your body,
Everything you should have achieved for others.
Feel the weight of all of it.
Notice how long you've been carrying it.
Now imagine slowly unbuckling the straps,
One at a time.
You gently place the pack on the ground.
You don't throw it away,
You don't judge it,
You simply set it down.
Your body feels lighter already.
Now begin to imagine a wide,
Open shoreline at dusk.
The sky is soft with fading light.
The ocean moves in steady waves.
You begin walking along the water's edge.
Sometimes your feet sink into the sand,
And sometimes the water rushes unexpectedly towards you.
You stumble once,
Maybe twice,
And yet you are still moving forward.
Each misstep leaves a mark behind you.
The tide slowly smooths it out.
Nothing is ruined,
Nothing is lost.
And you let yourself hear a whisper deep inside.
These mistakes are not evidence of failure.
They are proof that you stepped into the water.
As you walk,
You notice others have walked this shoreline too.
Different paths,
Different rhythms,
Different timing.
No two sets of footprints are the same.
Some wander,
Some rush,
Some pause often.
And still each one belongs.
You realize something quite profound.
You were never meant to arrive fully formed.
You were meant to become.
Let yourself soften into that truth.
Now the sky deepens,
Becoming dark.
The stars begin to appear.
Not all at once,
But one by one.
They twinkle in the night sky,
And time feels different here.
Slower,
More precious.
You sense how brief this life is.
Not in a way that tightens your chest,
But in a way that softens and opens it.
This is why tenderness matters.
This is why courage matters.
This is why choosing life matters.
Let this land gently.
Because time is limited.
Your life is sacred.
Not perfect,
But sacred.
Ahead of you,
You see a small fire burning on the beach.
You sit beside it.
The fire flickers.
It doesn't burn evenly.
Sometimes it flares,
And sometimes it softens.
And yet it gives warmth all the same.
You realize this is what a real life looks like.
Not polished,
Not constant,
But alive.
Hear this truth settle into you.
You don't need to be complete to be worthy.
You don't need to be certain to begin.
You are allowed to live as you learn.
The fire slowly dims,
And the ocean hums softly.
Slowly,
You feel yourself growing heavy and grounded at ease.
Your breath slows.
Your shoulders release.
Your jaw softens.
You are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are in motion.
Let sleep and deep rest come to you now,
Carrying this knowing into your bones.
You are allowed to be unfinished.
You are allowed to try again.
You are allowed to live fully,
Imperfectly,
Bravely.
Nothing more is required of you tonight.
Rest,
Breathe,
Be.
Sweet dreams.
