I am stuck – can’t think of what to write about. No, it’s not because my mind is blank but rather due to the million half-finished thoughts in my brain. There are still things I want to write about Paris. The grand kids are still here and have triggered a number of threads. I’ve been to the doctor again and get to have more fun with doctors next month.
I’d like to write about something I’ve finished. Something that’s complete. Something where the whole thing is in a neat little box with a good story, strong conclusion and powerfully wise meaning. Don’t have any of those this week.
What I do have is a life full of unfinished business, projects, thoughts and dreams. In the workshop I’ve got at least six projects lying around in various states of ‘doneness.‘ I’ve got at least four hours of raw video clips I plan to edit into videos. On the computer are outlines for at least five blog posts, two books, and three magazine articles – each with varying degrees of research and writing completed. In the back yard there’s a half started fence and the idea of a deck I am going to build. Even my health feels incomplete – more medical procedures and tests in the near future. Nothing serious but enough that I feel I can’t move ahead on feeling fully healthy again.
I wonder why there are so many loose ends. It seems that before I finish one thing a higher priority comes along and I have to switch gears. Sometimes I lose interest in a project and once in a while I realize that a project or task is just plain stupid. Sometimes I just have a short attention span.
Yesterday in the workshop is a very small example. One of our grand sons came home with a ‘find’ from a yard sale – a necklace that he wants to give his mom. He asked me if I could make a box for him. Sure, I can do jewelry boxes so I started right in. We figured out how big then went into the shop to find some wood. Then I realized that I’d have to clean up a bit to get to the table saw. Then I thought – I’d better cut it today so we have time for the glue to dry, then he’ll have to paint it…
And so it goes. Now I’ve got two little wood boxes in clamps on my table saw sitting next to a tug boat, a sheep, a rocket puzzle and three serving trays. All in progress. So why start on a box and end up with two unfinished ones when I’ve got a ton of other work already in progress?
Perhaps the simplest answer is that I just lack the ability to look an eight-year old the eye and say, “I don’t have time to do that.”
Perhaps there is a deeper more sinister answer – some deep psychosis that prevents me from finishing a thought.
Perhaps the answer – Sorry, got to go – gran needs some help with the kids…