There’s a brief space between the ending of one thing and the beginning of another.

A space that intensifies the feeling of loss for the end of the previous thing.

Last night was my last choir rehearsal for the season. My play rehearsals start next Tuesday, so I won’t be able to go to any more choir practices.

And the choir season ends when Burn (the play I’m in) opens. So, that was it.

And I ran the Around the Bay on Sunday. I’d been training for it for months. And thinking about it even longer.

I have no other physical challenges or races to prepare for. At the moment.

Rehearsals haven’t started yet, although I am working on my lines.

No “next thing” has begun. To take my mind off the finished things.

It will. Soon.

But for a moment, I’m feeling the end of something.

I’m feeling the space or absence of the thing that ended.

I’ll miss the choir practices. The singing in unison with different folks.

I’ll miss the training runs and recalibrating my expectations.

One ending is because the thing was finished.

The other ending is because I’m starting something else and can’t do both.

It’s all good.

It’s also good to savour the ending for a moment. Before jumping into the next thing.