I have issues with finishing stuff. For some reason, it’s that last little step that trips me up. I heard Dr. Phil explain years ago that some people are that way because they want to avoid criticism. If they don’t finish, no one can criticize how they did because they aren’t actually finished.
That might be part of it, but I think some of it is me not seeing that last detail. Today, I went grocery shopping, and when I came home it was completely natural to put away the refrigerated stuff, and leave the rest in the middle of the kitchen floor. I decided to make myself finish, and I put away every last thing.
Then, ten minutes later, I noticed that all of the grocery bags were just laying on the floor of the kitchen. Truly, they were covering the majority of the floor. How was that not part of my determination to finish? My selective vision really gets on my nerves sometimes.
So, I made a point today to finish things. Tie up loose ends. I got out my handy dandy list and walked through the house, attempting to be thorough.
Closed cabinet doors.
Cleaned kitchen. (Finishing that last dish that I never finished yesterday.)
Did a focused 5 minute pickup. (Finishing the task of putting away every last book that was used as a writing surface for a game at a recent baby shower here.)
Checked bathrooms for clutter.
I still have to hang up and put away clothes in the master bedroom, which includes a basket full of folded clothes from yesterday that I never finished putting away.
(Finishing, in all of its forms, is definitely one of those words that starts to sound wrong when you say it over and over and over.)