Yeah, well, me too. All of the above, for $500 Alex !
For all of about 5 to 20 minutes … which is about as long as my attention span will hold onto an idea.
I am sure that there is a medical diagnosis for this condition, and that it probably has letters, and they probably make pills for it. I just can’t seem to remember to care long enough to have ever looked into it.
So, I keep making my lists.
And losing my lists.
And starting new lists.
And augmenting those lists with other lists inside those lists.
And then losing that list, too.
It’s a vicious cycle, that list-making.
I can’t count the number of unfinished stuff around this house.
Things I was soooo gung-ho and excited about, for all of about 3 minutes, until—Oh look ! A squirrel !
If I start something, and don’t finish it right then — I may as well just toss it in the trash.
I will never come back and finish it.
Even if it were to be hanging in front of the bathroom mirror with a sign that says MUST COMPLETE TODAY !
But, see, I know this about myself.
I own it.
I have no illusions of grandeur about all the things I will one day accomplish.
I will accomplish the damn thing today, or just never mind.