The Ending Doesn’t Matter
Dear Universe,
We’ve chatted before about the power of story and how they can change the way we see the world – what a gift they are for helping us gain perspective on life.
But there’s another element of story-telling we haven’t talked about yet that deserves a shout-out: being inside your own story and not knowing how it ends.
I feel (very acutely) like that’s what I’m living out right now – my story, day by day, word by word. I’ve got main character energy going on here. Plot twists and cliffhangers and tropes.
And I keep finding myself asking how the story ends. I want to skip the juicy parts in the middle, flip to the last page, and see if it’s a “happily ever after” or a “well that was disappointing.”
But I can’t.
And you know what? I shouldn’t want to.
What’s the point of reading the book if you know the ending? Where’s the fun in that?
So, Universe – back to all of the surrendering stuff – I’m trying to just enjoy living through my story being written.
I’m accepting that other characters are going to come and go. I’m accepting that my Chapter 13 might look wildly different than anything I could have imagined in Chapter 1. I’m accepting that the whole damn thing is laid out before me already – drafted – but I get to decide the tone, choose the words, embellish the artistic expression along the way.
Because I believe my story is a work of art. I believe in you, Universe, who gave me this story to live out as a gift. And I’m going to honor the shit out of that. No matter what unfolds in the pages ahead, they will be filled with life abundant.
I choose to be a main character who charges head on into the book. No fear. No holding back. No returning to previous chapter energy.
This story will be an epic one.
And the ending? I’m trying to make it matter less right now. There are a million pages to fill still and I look forward to writing every single one of them.
Maybe “happily ever after” isn’t the book’s ideal final destination. Maybe it’s what happens for the rest of the journey after you embrace the joy of letting your story unfold.
If that’s the case, Universe, I’m already living my happily ever after. I’ll meet you at the end someday, but for now I’ve got a story to write.
XO – Bailee
July 16, 2026
