Incomplete

What stops me from completion? What stops me from starting?

Whether it's writing, or anything else?

  1. Perfectionism
  2. Over reaching, over ambitious, exceptions too high.
  3. Recreating what need not be rebuilt
  4. Not following the creative process
  5. Fear of Failure

The tyranny of the undone

Everyday, I carry a burden of the undone and incomplete. Is it really my burden to carry? Why does life feel like a job?

When your identify is tied to what you do, a mountain of incompletions can make you feel incomplete, insignificant, and unfulfilled.

You are not what you do. You are not your job. You are not your thoughts.

Who you are is who your are being.

The question is: who do you have to become to accomplish the things you need to do? Or who do you need to stop being?