***Bear with me, this is a little writing exercise; I just need to get something out and onto the screen. This’ll be quick and dirty–so don’t say you weren’t warned.***
All my life I’ve had trouble with following through. I’ve had lots of great ideas, plans, desires, and great other stuff I’m sure I’m forgetting. I’ve dreamed big: I want to help people, follow my passions, and, of course, save the world. Or, now that in older and, ahem, more realistic, just help the world out a little.
For whatever reason (and I’ve gone over and over the possibilities: ADD, laziness, indifference, incompetence, fear, *insert clever possibility here*), though, I start much but finish little. Completion often feels like climbing Mt Everest. And I’m talking about little tasks too. Sorting through that smallish stack of papers? Mt Everest. Filling out a job application? Mt Everest. Making a chore chart for my kids? Yep, that’s Mt Everest too.
But enough about all that, because completing this post feels like Mt Everest and because my time is up, my exercise is done and now I get to go watch The Sopranos (yeah, we missed that one somehow, we’re a little late to that (mob) party). So what I’ve been getting to is this: it occurs to me that I may have found something I can follow through with. And that would be … flaunting my imperfection. Because I’m already imperfect (thanks, God), so how hard can it be to just tell y’all about it? I mean, no one else knows what it’s like because all y’all are perfect, so I could follow through and enlighten at the same time. Awesome!
And now for this imperfect, not-wrapping-anything-up, totally generic ending. Bye bye!