Julie's Friday Five for this week cuts close to home!
"This week I’ve been thinking about unfinished things. I have so many things started and not quite done just now. . . .
What about you? Do you finish every task, on time, before it’s due? Do you start and put aside, or keep going? Do you need deadlines or do they freak you out?"
There are, indeed, certain things I finish before my self-imposed (early) deadlines, because they have public consequences, unless of course I completely forget or confuse the deadlines, which I did at least once this week:
1. Sermons and other presentations.
2. Tests and assignments for the class I teach (although just barely, as a rule).
3. Event planning tasks, which are things for which I try never ever ever to take responsibility, but sometimes they plop right into my lap.
4. I can't think of anything else, actually that I finish . . . . Finish might be akin to a four-letter word for me. There are not five such things.
There are things I work on but accept that they will be finished when they are finished. Or not. Those mostly have to do with writing projects, and various church enterprises that will take however long they take.
And there are the big huge categories for which I have grand plans which are never realized. Those mostly have to do with household organization:
1. The papers going back . . . well, literally a century or more, if you count my grandmother's.
Letters, records, journals, essays. BLANK journals, papers, notecards, notebooks.
2. The photographs. Approximately ten zillion, and that does not count the ones in the attic, which I pretend are not there.
3. The clothing. Different sizes. Different degrees of sentimentality. Different degrees of potential usefulness.
4. The books. Ohhhhh, the books. Do you need a Laura Ingalls Wilder book? A deep theological tome or Biblical commentary? A legal handbook complete with a full set of domestic relations forms, c. 1993? Chaucer (in Middle English)? Guidebooks to New Zealand (didn't make it), Italy (got there!), Norway (maybe next year). Utterly frivolous and stupid novels? Crime and Punishment? Come and see me.
5. The yard and gardens. Very small. A capable person would have those whipped into shape in no time. I am not such a person.
There are many more categories than five.
Do not talk to me about Marie Kondo. She has no idea. For one thing, she lives in Japan, where it is not physically possible to amass the stuff we do. For another, she thinks that books have no sentimental value. Also, she has finished her writing projects. So she has no idea.
Now I will probably spend the rest of the day wondering whether "finish" is a concept I can get on board with.
Much over-rated, I suspect.