I gather things to do around me like a dragon hoarding jewels. My to-do list is always pages long. Books are stacked waiting to be read. Occasionally I re-stack them, changing my mind on the order in which they are to be read. Craft projects lay patiently waiting. I bought their ingredients in good faith.
I gave boxes of fabric way to someone who didn’t say thank you, and who will probably never use the colorful prints I had carefully chosen. Although that makes me feel sad, the yardage would have faired no better here. The fabric I did keep is still stockpiled.
What am I waiting for? I am easily distracted, easily overwhelmed. I spend days re-organizing the piles, tucking my supplies away in the shed, or the closet under the stairs. I buy new shelves that bulge under the weight. When I look at my supplies, I no longer feel energized and excited. I merely feel tired.
I love the idea of being a minimalist. I love open spaces. I love getting things accomplished. Looks like it’s time to make a change, and ‘get ‘er done!’