Chapter Done

Life comes in chapter. There are many, many books on my shelf of life with chapter upon chapter of experiences and memories. Sometimes these chapters remain ongoing and never-ending. They flow from one experience into the other growing with each page. Sometimes those books always remain open for there are always more empty pages to fill.

There is one chapter in my life though, that I must close and I must close it today. In this particular chapter, there is nothing left to be said. Nothing more to be done. I have done all I can do. The characters have played their roles, the lines have been read, the narration is finished. I could continue wondering what another chapter might look like, I may even find myself trying to write that chapter. But instead I must close this book. This chapter is not only over, the book itself is finished. Chapter one is done. Chapter Two and onward are also.

The question I now face is this. How do I move from this chapter and move on well (as in, well done)? What does that look like? Because it's one thing to move on from an experience, but it's another thing to move on and do it well. I have mulled it over, chewed on it, digested it, and even spewed it out. I now respond with my heart and my gut and close the book.

My gut tells me to go with poise and grace. Real poise. Real grace. Like a dancer who's learned the steps through hours of grueling practice, I leave the stage twirling on my toes. Like the end of the chapter and last line on the page, I close the book. No more empty pages.

This is good and this is right and it is time. Enough is enough. Done.

Ah, the sweet taste of that last chapter. The sweet taste of finality.