So my husband says I never finish anything I start.
All I have to do is look around at all my half-finished, half-baked, half-arsed attempts at drawing, guitar playing, photography, jewellery making, learning Spanish, an interior decorating course and various Unisa degrees started over a decade ago!
There are at least 5 unfinished books, 105 602 attempts at a proper gym workout, 2 yoga classes and a visit each to a homeless shelter and girls town.
Yes … there it is. The giant, angry, purple elephant in the room that I always keep my back to and never make eye contact with.
“You will feel an enormous sense of accomplishment, when you finish something” he says.
Easy for him to say, he has a disease where he has to watch paint dry. Just to make sure its good and dry. Over the years his love of watching documentaries to the end has left him well endowed with a fountain of general knowledge. I’m thinking he might have a point.
So in good spirits and with good intentions I embark on my quest to finish something I’ve started.
First off, I am reading book 4 of the Harry Potter 7. Since reading has always been my strongest point this one is almost too easy. So I cannot in good conscience give myself full points for it. Though I do promise to read it word for word and not speed read like spy in a hurry.
Secondly, I have an unfinished pencil drawing of a butterfly somewhere that is in mid-copy mode… just need to remember where I put it...
For now, just the two then. I’m quite eager to experience the zen of accomplishment!
PS. I DO finish some things. Like chocolate and all the spending money in my bank account.
PSS. I already have 5 new things waiting in the wings! (belly dancing, rock climbing, photo course, pilates & pastry making!)
"Give us the tools and we will finish the job." - Winston Churchill