One of the worst things about being a full-time student with a full-time job is that I have a million unfinished projects.
Somewhere in my parents’ house or the depths of my room is an unfinished table runner that I started quilting and somewhere else is an unfinished quilt that I got discouraged about when I realized it needed to be like twice as big as I was planning. Somewhere else is a cross-stitch project that I started for my mom’s birthday probably 10 years ago. Every so often, I’ll dig it out and tell myself that I’ll finish it in time for her next birthday. At this rate, she’ll get it when she’s 90.
Along those same lines, I recently bought Moby Dick with every intention of reading it. Of course, I haven’t even cracked it open. That’s partially because someone — who shall remain unnamed — summarized it for me as “Call me Ishmael. I like to fish.”
But when I’m done with school, I plan to finish all the projects I’ve started.
I might even come back and finish writing this blog.