There is something in this world that I am FANTASTIC at. I mean really, I deserve some sort of award for my ability to start projects, blogs, a plethora of endeavors with as much gusto as humanly possible. I attack each project with starry-eyed dreams of what will be. I purchase paint, fabric, lumber - all of it. Then I get distracted. Think ADD on a whole different level. Another project comes up that MUST have my immediate attention. Life and work become so busy that I "back burner" my plans. Low and behold, I never come back to them. I think I lack the follow-through gene. My house is littered with the remnants of projects gone by. Half finished cross-stitch pieces, scrapbooks, home improvement projects-- I have them all and they silently mock me for my well-intentioned yet hopeless allusions of grandeur.
Even though I know all of this about myself, I have decided to be brave enough to give it another shot. A dear friend of mine who is a tad bit older than I, told me that once you hit a certain age, things just sort of start to click. The minutia that you allowed to clutter your life falls away and you finally give yourself a break. With that break comes a whole new feeling of power. I must admit, I listened to her with half an ear, never really believing it could be true for me, but happy that she'd found her "happy place". Then I turned 45.
I really can't explain what happened, but it was like a switch was thrown. In the last few weeks, I have completed a number of projects. So many, in fact, that I have sort of shocked myself. I like this new feeling of accomplishment. I am not naive enough to think that my world will totally change, but I hope I can keep it up.
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