Confessions of a Quitter Starter

Unfinished knitting projects

(Partial) stash for future projects

I have a confession. I am really good at starting things. Really good. Strategy and planning and getting the ball rolling are my strengths. Finishing? Not so much.

Just look at my knitting projects. I have one and a half socks, two partial sweaters, one partial poncho, two barely begun scarves, and a baby blanket in need of the finishing edges. And I don’t even have a baby in my life!

And these projects don’t take into account the ones I am planning. My stash of yarn and patterns that I have been hiding from my family in boxes in my office? Maybe I have been hiding them from myself.

The problem is these half-finished projects nag at me and deplete me of energy and probably add to my being Stuck in the Middle of my writing. I simply have run out of energy.

So how do I get more energy? Start something new, of course. See the vicious cycle? But no more. I am clearing some of this backlog of projects off of my list — while continuing to write. It’s no fun just wearing one sock, after all. So I will finish it by next Thursday. And that poncho will be really cute around Halloween.

I’m excited about having a new plan. One that includes deadlines for projects other than my writing. There is power and energy in finishing, too. And I’m tapping into it. Finishing…. now.

What are you good at starting? Are there unfinished projects pulling you down? Or if you are really good at finishing, what are some tips for us starters?

Simple Pleasures

My friend Melody died a couple of weeks ago from cancer. On what became her last night with us, her husband Raylan opened their house for friends to come visit with her. We talked to her and knew that even though she couldn’t respond, she heard us and appreciated that we were there. We shared stories of her beautiful life, lived boldly and energetically. We laughed and we cried.

Raylan opened the Bible to show us a passage he was planning on using for her memorial and I took note of his bookmark. It was a piece of paper with writing on both sides. A list of simple things that brought him pleasure or peace. He also showed us that Melody had started a list of her own and he was sad that she hadn’t finished it. Her list included some things that made me smile: the first sip of white wine, walking in the street, spooning, Christmas lights without glasses on.

I have been thinking about that list since then and have started one of my own. In my book club, of which Melody was a member and is deeply missed, I asked the other ladies to list some of their simple pleasures, too. Some of what we shared were: the smell of rain, a hug from your teenager, french vanilla latte, smell of a wood fire, streams, crisp white shirt, going barefoot, rocks, half a beer, working up a good sweat, taking off bra, trash TV at night, mountain air.

Especially in dark times, it is important to remember the simple things that give us hope, joy, and light. Those things that make us feel centered or at peace. That make us laugh unexpectedly or smile in secret. I am working on my list and keep it where I will see it every day. It is a prayer of remembrance, of hope and of thanksgiving. But most of all, it is a reminder to me that the simple pleasures make such a big difference.

I hope that you can take some time this week to start a list. What will be on it?


What I Learned on Summer Vacation

One of the benefits of having children is I still get summer vacation. I know that in a few short years, these teenagers of mine will be grown and off on their own. Then, I will have to adjust to a life I have never known: one without a major break in a year’s cycle called Summer.

In an article he wrote for our church, my minister George Mason said “Summertime is a good time to take account of what counts. Vacation vacates the mind long enough to fill it with thoughts we had no room for before.”

But typically, my summers as an adult are much different than the vacation summers of my childhood. Those times were carefree, mostly unstructured, and never came with to-do lists. As an adult, my summer mind is full of thoughts of accomplishing big projects and completing tasks.

In those terms, this summer was a bust for me. I didn’t write. I didn’t blog. I didn’t paint my kitchen. I didn’t organize the garage. I didn’t attack the growing pile of filing in my office.  I didn’t unpack the boxes still remaining from our move. I checked few things off my list.

Focusing just on that list is depressing and overwhelming. So, this morning I made up a checklist of what I did do. And it is much more in line with vacating my mind long enough to fill it with thoughts.

So, here is what I did do: I read. I took a vacation. I spent time with my best friend. I studied my craft. I read. I knit a sock and started its match. I joined a new Sunday school class with my hubby. I visited family. I read some more. I took a vacation with my family. I spent time with my kids. I let laundry pile up. I let housework go undone. I took naps. I lived a bit more stress-free. And in doing so, I gave grace more freely to others and to myself.

Now that I look back on my summer, the list of what I accomplished far outweighs the list of unfinished tasks and projects. Both in terms of quantity and quality. And as I look to the weeks ahead, already full with their own tasks and schedules, I do it with a mind full of new thoughts and renewed spirit. And because of that, I just may be able to take a bit of what I learned this summer and spread it throughout the rest of the year.

So what about you? What was your summer like? How was your vacation? What new thing do you have to take away from it?