Are potential and possibilities cluttering your life?
I'm procrastinating but also curious. Sometimes I have too much potential. THe chair I accepted from my mom that needs reupholstering. The chair I picked up on the side of the road, in the rain, after I took my upholstery class(still haven't upholstery either one of THOSE chairs!) The parts I bought to make my own vanity stool. The empty frames waiting for pictures. The numerous article with receipes I've clipped. The spring bulbs I never planted in the fall. The seed packets that call my name from across the store. The cool odd metal piece that could be something. THe fabric that is so gorgeous and could be.... At my house the list is ENDLESS.
THis is a part of my personality (sickness?) that I both love and HATE. I'm trying to put a moritorium on "potential" right now.
How about you?