But I'm not a finisher. I've known this about myself for a long time, and you'd think I'd use that knowledge to help keep me from starting new things. I don't. It doesn't help that I love to learn, so I'm forever taking classes. Many of those classes involve a project but not enough time to finish said project. For some reason, I feel guilt if I don't finish the project, even if I don't particularly like it. I'm really a process person, not a project person. But I'm a process person with guilt. This past weekend, I realized those unfinished projects have taken over my small sewing/scrapbooking/crafting space. I need to do something about them, but neither of the options is appealing to me. The obvious choice would be to just throw them out. I know firsthand the amazing lightness that can come from getting rid of things you don't want, don't like, don't need. But the guilt wins - I paid good money for that class or the materials, so how can I just throw it away? I feel too guilty to throw it away, but I don't like it enough to finish it. So the unfinished projects, my dislike and my guilt are in a three-way stalemate. My craft space is the victim.
I have managed to locate the floor, and I've cleaned off my scrapping table. The rest of the room? It's shrouded in a mist of stuff. Unfinished stuff. Perfectly good stuff I might need but can't put away because there's unfinished stuff where I'd like to put it.
Over time, I get more and more frustrated with the stuff everywhere and the lack of space. One day, the frustration becomes overwhelming and I start throwing things out, sometimes things I want later, just to create some room in my space. I'm almost there. All it's going to take is one more unfinished project to push me over the edge . . . . . .