Incomplete Me

If you believe in astrology, then my birth sign has doomed me to be someone who starts many projects and never finishes them.

It’s true, in a lot of ways. I don’t know if it has anything to do with my astrological sign — I don’t believe in that stuff. But I admit that it is one of my character traits. I do start a lot of projects with enthusiasm. I love the planning and dreaming that comes with a new project. I love to imagine what could be. But when I actually get into the thick of a project… well, I often lose interest.

Our house is littered with projects left half-done. I have bags and boxes of crafts that are unfinished, almost-completed knitting projects, and fabric waiting to become something useful or pretty around the house. I have furniture waiting to be refinished and revitalized and reused. Walls are taped in painter’s tape waiting for me to finish painting the trim, and a gallon of paint for the spare bedroom sits waiting for me. I have years and years of back issues of Canadian Living that I had planned to go through and get recipes from. I have endless files on my computer of recipes I’ve never used nor catalogued.

I don’t know what it is that makes me dream of these things I will never do. I imagine a life as dictated by home magazines and self-improvement magazines and housekeeping magazines, and I think about how lovely it would be. And sometimes, I actually take steps and start these plans. And yet, they never come to fruition. Sometimes I think that it’s the other projects that I start and never finish that get in the way. Sometimes it’s just that real life gets in the way.

Perhaps I am readily distracted. I need to remind myself constantly as I do things in my day to finish what I start. I will be in the middle of a task and think, “Oh, I need to…” and I am off to take care of the next task. Or maybe it’s that I am good at multi-tasking. When I was working, I was good at juggling multiple timelines and projects and demands at once. I am not sure which it is.

But now that spring is coming, and our home study looms throughout the spring, it’s time to get myself together and get a lot of projects done. I won’t have time to waste, and we cannot do things half-assed. There’s too much at stake.

And so I hope you’ll pardon me, but I have to finish writing now. There’s laundry to be done. (And cleaning. And painting. And throwing stuff out. And…)

2 thoughts on “Incomplete Me

  1. What is it about The Canadian Living Magazine? I recently managed to get to this task and got rid of all the old magazines. I went through all of them and cut out what I wanted
    and guess what? They are still in a folder to be sorted. Some of these magazines were 20 years old. I looked at the residue of these magazines and realized that we are on low fat diets and most of these were not low fat. So here we go again. Why don’t we just put them in a blue bag and save a lot of work for ourselves? But then I think as soon as I throw them out there will be something that I just have to have or want to do and it was in those magazines.

  2. I know! It’s crazy! They’re like some sort of addiction. I have stacks of back issues, and you know what it is? It’s all the cookie recipes I’m after! And you’d think with a diabetic in the house I’d be able to just chuck them…? OH NO. I might MISS SOMETHING!

    It’s crazy.

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