I let something remain unresolved and still rested

Dear Delyara, That feels like peace in its most practical form. The issue is still there. The answer is not. And still, I rested. Not perfectly. Not all night without a thought. But enough that the unresolved thing did not take the whole room hostage. Enough that I could sit, breathe, eat, soften, and let uncertainty remain uncertainty without giving it total power. I think that’s one of the clearest forms of progress in me now. Peace that can coexist with unfinishedness.