Friend,

I wasn’t sure I was going to share this story.

It began as something I was writing for myself — a way to make sense of a friendship that ended abruptly, without explanation.

A house full of projects that were always “in progress,” but never complete. And a woman who slowly disappeared from her own life.

Then, just last week, I heard she had passed away. And in that moment, I knew this story needed to be told.

Because unfinished projects are not just about the home.

• They affect how we live.

• How we feel.

• What we allow.

• And sometimes, what we endure.

If you’ve ever looked around your home and felt the weight of something left undone — this will resonate more than you expect.

Read the full story here: https://substack.com/home/post/p-194024492