Frankenstein at the end of the year

At the end of the year, I’m recalling our finitude. Our pure limitation.

It’s more welcome in my life than it used to be.

I’m not creating a list of reflections, learnings, or gratitude. Instead, I’m watching Frankenstein with my partner—a story about someone who couldn’t accept limitation, who needed to transcend, to perfect, to control.

It wasn’t enough, and it didn’t work out.

We don’t need to control the end of the year. We are constructed from odds and ends, anyway.

Human finitude is welcome here. So are unsorted emotions. Designated time for nothing. The edges that don’t align.

This YOUR formal invitation, too.