Finish What You Start
“You’re falling behind,” leers the moon, its voice a rumble in the asphalt.
“I know,” I say.
“It’s personal.” Rudy is standing almost perfectly still beside me – his nose twitches, telling him god knows what.
“You can tell me.”
“No. No, I don’t think I can.”
“Then I’ll tell you: it doesn’t matter what it was. This isn’t whimsy or hobby. This is the Work. You get it done. You keep going. Finish what you start.”
I open and close my mouth, but nothing comes out. Rudy starts panting.
“Good. I’ll talk to you later,” says the moon.