My life, a work in progress.
October 22, 2009Posted by on
There’s probably a word for it, or a named psychological aberration, but I believe I have a problem finishing things.
I was sitting on a park bench this noon, thinking about how tired I was of working on the similar project stuff, and how amazed I was at some people at my company who’ve been doing the same thing – literally – for over 15 years. I cannot imagine. I have only been here a hair over 3 years, and there’s most always a tangible horizon to look over.
I’ve been doing the same thing, more or less, for about a year now, and it’s getting old. Quite old. I would love to make a complete career change, but have no idea what it would be. First thing I thought of was some kind of work involving connecting community people together. I seem to be good at talking with complete strangers. But then, I though, I have difficulty with more mature relationships.
I often get all excited about a particular book, but will shelve it after some time due to lack of interest and never finish it. I often start projects, but lose interest after a time. I tire of living in the same place after 4-5 years. All the while other people plow through books, complete projects and live in the same place for 30 years.
So what’s this malady called? I have a bad case of it.