I wasn’t always like this. Up until I was about 14 I had to finish anything I started. It concerned my parents at times, bordering on a compulsion. It would haunt me for years if I did in fact quit something.
But something happened to me at around 15/16. And it only got worse after college. Now I’m just a jumble of ideas and inspiration but nothing ever gets done. I plan to cook, exercise, write, etc, etc. But if I do manage to start something it rarely gets finished.
I could easily blame it on my anxiety/depression. When the going gets tough, the Jane gets going; but is that the honest truth? Or am I just a wannabe? A floozy?
So here I am apologizing yet again. But I suppose its mostly to myself.
-Be back soon (hopefully).