Unfinished projects…I have a few. Some are hidden deep in a closet. Some are stashed in baskets and drawers. And some are in full view on my dining room table. (I keep thinking the guilt of a messy dining room will inspire me to action…Apparently, I am not motivated by guilt.)
The problem is knowing where to start, then sticking with something until it is complete. I need some accountability–someone to hold my feet to the fire. There is probably some deep reason for this disorder of mine. It isn’t mere procrastination. I pay bills on time and do other stuff when it needs to be done. I don’t always wait until the last minute.
Is it boredom? Lack of focus? Laziness? (I sure hope not!) More likely, I want it perfect. And I want need to have a purpose for doing it. And OK, I might need a gentle shove–the proverbial kick in the butt. My future goals include lightening up a little on the perfection thing. I mean, I’m not even close on that. Besides, it’s paralyzing and NO FUN to be around. I am also going to work on having an end purpose in mind. Even if the purpose is pleasure, it’s still a purpose. Work (or hobbies) without purpose seems ridiculous and boring.
So, today I am turning the page. (I’m not saying I won’t flip back from time to time. 
) I’m going to pick something and actually [gulp] finish it. Really.
You can take THAT to school.
