not just the eggs in my fridge

Lately I am seeing and realising that everything seems to have an expiration. There are times, relationships, and even some of my projects that are just plain expired. I'm not sure why I hadn't noticed this before now. Maybe because I was holding on, trying so hard to hold on. I can't quite place (and don't really need to, I guess) when I realised, or the how of it, but it feels like a relief.

I can leave things unfinished and not be a failure.
(you can too)