Thursday, October 25, 2012

Finishing

Finishing.

It's something I regard highly, yet I've learned to realize that it's a high regard that has often held me back. For instance, I want to finish everything so badly that a fear of not being able to follow through with things keeps me from even starting.

It's stupid, really.

I want to learn other languages, so I research methods and order a course. Then the course sits there in its nice little box staring at me, taunting me. Because I know that once I start it, I either finish it...or quit.

I want to write a book someday and often have fun story line ideas. Sometimes I even outline plots during free moments in my days. But actually starting those projects, actually setting up that Word doc, actually typing those first few lines--well, that's the hardest part. Because once I do that, then there's only two options: finish...or quit.

And the list goes on to art projects, musical instruments, dreams, dreams, and more dreams. Things that I'd really like to do yet keep putting off because I'm not sure if I can finish them.

And yet slowly, I'm learning that finishing isn't really all that important. I can start and learn to love the doing, really love the process even if it never reaches completion. And it's been a beautiful discovery, one I'm slowly but surely learning to embrace a bit more with each new challenge, each new dream.

So.

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