I start things. That's what I do. I love the excitement of a new project. It consumes me. I can barely think of anything else when I've set my mind to something new. I love the possibilities, the problem solving, the new things I learn and learn how to do...
But things aren't always new.
And that's where I struggle.
My ideas and goals, though, can be so outlandish that when I don't always see them through to the end I've still accomplished a great deal, more than most, even. I suppose that's a bit of my saving grace.
Still, I'm in the last lap. I've a dissertation to finish, a final recital for my degree and then I'm finished. Finito. "Almost Dr. Lee becomes R. Andrew Lee, DMA." Why is it so hard? I've a million good reasons to feel motivated and I don't. Instead, I have new projects... a new job, a new kid, a new faith...
And I'm consumed.
Is this where I begin to ask for the intercession of St. Jude, the patron saint of desperate causes (read: grad students)?
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