After an end

Projects and streaks often come to quiet ends. Sometimes without announcement, many times without acknowledgement. Just an end.

Naturally after a decline, or abruptly and unexpectedly.

What happens when a family tradition ends?
What happens when a habit stops?
What happens when a writer sunsets a blog?

The thing about it — even life more broadly — is that tidy conclusions are not a guarantee.

So we continue, perhaps having been transformed, but onwards nonetheless. With or without applause.

Because change is not an anchor that pins us, it’s a wave that we ride.