For much of my childhood, I remember seeing my father at his typewriter — writing sermons, reports, and poems. We didn’t talk much about the writing side of his life.
It was only after his death that my siblings told me he had been working on a book of poems. He had gotten close to the finish line when the manuscript was lost.
That story stayed with me. In fact, it scared me.
I could think of many times in my own life when I had gotten close to finishing something — and become distracted, moved on, or let circumstances interrupt the process.
Over time, I realized that finishing could not be something I left to chance. I had to become intentional about finishing what I could see.
But being intentional about finishing also requires being intentional about what you start. Not every idea is worth finishing.