I remember my dad telling me that I never finish anything that I start. He didn't mean the comment to be offensive, nor was it taken that way. It was just an observation. It was made after I went to bar tending school and had just quit a bar tending gig. I had visions of making fruity Mai Tais for roughnecks at biker bars, and ended up pouring wine at a business class hotel in Novi. So I quit. Ever since my dad's comment, I've been keenly aware of the completion of tasks. My track record has improved. I finished college while having two kids...but every weight loss plan I've started I've quit. I purchased a house after years of planning, but I haven't finished putting my pictures on the walls. My record is better, but there's definitely room for improvement.
Given my record for finishing things, finishing "leg one" of a project felt amazing. I finished a rough draft of a short children's story. I had written my daughter a series of bedtime stories when she was away at a fine arts camp a few years ago. She received a story for each night she was away. The stories were cute. They still make me giggle. I decided to develop those stories and see what happens. Saturday, I completed the rough draft of one of the stories.
There is still more to do, but I feel like a large part is done.
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