I’m so full of contradictions it’s funny.
I don’t want to hang on to the work I was doing, but the unfinished stuff comes back to bite my behind and I have to deal with it.
On the other hand, I loved some of it, and learned so much, but I have to let it go before it makes me completely crazy.
I choose my projects because they seem so fine and good, and then they take me over. I struggle to rid myself of them, and they cling like seaweed.
Where is the lesson in this? No matter what I do, whether I get too involved or not involved enough, I do it so that I can make some kind of meaning out of being alive.
Next project: learn how to DO a thing without BECOMING the thing that I do. Separation, boundaries, I and Thou. Remember. Detach.