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Half-Finished Projects
They’re mounting
A little over thirty years ago my mom, aunt, sister, and I all wanted to lose some weight so we formed the Chubby Club and met every two weeks. My mom photocopied pages from the book Diets Don’t Work and handed them out to us.
Those pages were basically homework assignments, which was fine. I had two weeks to do them and none of the questions were too personal.
They were enlightening, though.
One of them asked us to create a list of all our unfinished projects. I wracked my brain. I had nothing. Everything I’d started, I’d finished. I scraped a couple of tasks to put on the list just to have something for when we met again.
My mom had to write hers on the back of her paper because she had so many unfinished projects.
It was strange to me, to know that she’d started so many things and hadn’t finished them. I was of the mind that when you start something, you finish it.
Oh how age has softened my attitude.
Lately I’ve been feeling a bit scattered. I started feeling like I had too many projects on the go, projects that got set aside because I either didn’t have the skill, didn’t have the funds, wasn’t sure what I wanted the final product to look like, and/or just didn’t have time to dig into it. Every…
