There is a particular kind of relief that comes when we stop trying to be done with ourselves. Not finished healing. Not finished understanding. Not finished becoming the person we imagine we are supposed to be by now. It is the relief of stepping out of a race that intuition never asked us to run.

So much of our inner tension comes from the belief that life is something to complete rather than something to inhabit. We absorb this quietly—through comparison, expectation, and the subtle fear that we are behind. But intuition does not operate on timelines. It does not hurry you toward a final version of yourself. It meets you where you are and says, “Stay.”

Unfinished does not mean broken. It does not mean failing or lacking discipline or insight. Unfinished means responsive. Alive. Listening. Finished things do not grow. Finished things do not adjust when life changes—and life always changes.

When you allow yourself to be unfinished, the body responds before the mind does. The sho...