Jacobs: Jecca

It worked because Jecca understood the secret shame of the unfinished: it wasn’t laziness. It was fear. Fear that the finished thing would be ugly, or wrong, or proof that you had less inside you than you’d hoped. Fear that finishing meant letting go.

And Jecca did something no one had ever done for her: she didn’t ask them to finish. She asked them to begin again, for one minute. Then stop. Then begin again. jecca jacobs

“You didn’t finish,” Leo said, grinning. “You just started something bigger.” It worked because Jecca understood the secret shame