I have become a starter of projects, a runner out of time.
When I told my cousin of my idea to pledge to finish 12 of the ideas cluttering up my house, she suggested that I start more gently. Where was I, the over-booker and desperate for a nap, going to find the time? I confessed that last year I read more than 125 books. Surely amongst them I could have stitched a hem, gotten out my notebook, hefted a camera…
This blog is to start a habit – of making time.
And now I realise that I am living my life mostly in the distraction. I’ll continue to plug along and cross off my list as well as telling you about what is coming in between.