There’s a thing in cycling (and walking and mountain climbing I suspect) called a false summit.
You climb hard to the top of the mountain and then you turn a corner, only to realise that the road goes on and on upwards, much further than you first imagined.
Finish lines are a bit like that too, at least when you come outside of finite competition.
In the circumstances in which we find ourselves in at the moment, there is no finish line.
There is no date in the diary where it will all go back to normal (whatever that might mean) , there is no Ticker tape parade and party, where we flip from crisis back to safety.
That’s ok though, because that’s the way it's always been.
Unless you didn’t realise it before, there was never a finish line then too.
It’s possible you’re wondering about them days, thinking that you were working towards some end point, where it would ‘all be ok’.
You probably realise now that, that wasn’t the case.
Once you realise that there has never been a finish line, it’s much easier to get on with the work of making a difference, to make things better so that ultimately you can hand it onto someone else to do the same.
Blog Post Number - 2322
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