I storm in guns ablazing.
It's only in my mind and unlikely to happen given my anti gun stance.
My mind, like an erupting volcano, oozes with ideas.
While drifting off to sleep last night I wrote four different posts for today's #PYHO.
I'm not good at sitting still (unless I'm reading of course).
I CANNOT do just one thing.
Sure I'll watch a movie with you if I can fold laundry/read a magazine/clip coupons/surf the internet/etc.
I am great at starting things.
It's the finishing that causes me problems.
I have 76 partially written posts in my drafts folder.
I have half of the ingredients for chicken enchilada soup in the crockpot right now.
There's a pile of whites I dumped on the bed...that I moved from the dresser...half folded.
When the kid's were at Grandparent Island this summer I started some DIY decorating projects in Peanut's room. Status of her adorable Target shelf makeover? Half-way finished.
Why do I start strong and never crossing the finish line?
Why can't I finish one project before I start another?
Living life unfinished is frustrating and exhausting.
This is the one thing I don't know how to start.
How do I finish things?