Thursday, September 10, 2009
I'd like a word with you. Yes, you.
I have a confession to make. I used to never be able to finish anything. Not one thing. An ambitious project would always kind of peter out towards the end, be it a song that I was writing or a drawing I was making (see above, a drawing I made of my band in the 80s. I never finished Mikey, on the right, and he's always held it against me. Of course he does. He's just a head, so he can't punch me until I pencil in his arms. But I'm never going to do that).
But I gradually learned, by hook or crook, that if I DIDN'T finish something I started, and let it lapse, it would lapse forever.
I'm permeable. Not 100% these days any more. But the saying goes, "If it's it's worth doing, it's 100% worth doing." (Plato, or his black sheep cousin, Costa the Greek).
So it bothers me when I see stuff unfinished! We really got into painting our kitchen blue but there have been dings and dangs and we were always supposed to finish it but we never did!
Do I now formally have your permission to blame Brigitte? It eats at me. It subsumes me every time I look at a chip off the paint; the unfinished job.
I'll finish it. Yes, I will, while she's on vacation somewhere in Zimbabwe. I'll show her. I leave no job unpunished. (Sorry, Unfinished).
Posted by ChefNick at 8:35 PM