About four and a half years ago, specifically in July 2013, I had a plan.
It was to start this fucking list and finish it at some point before I passed away.
The good news? I have yet to pass away.
The bad news? I have yet to complete my plan.
However, as was indicated by the fact that this feeling is over 100 spots lower, you can clearly infer that completion is far more satisfying than initiation insofar as planning is concerned.
Still though, let’s not take anything away from the seeds of the idea. There’s something sort of magical, sort of dreamy and fun and hopeful about the beginning. You haven’t actually begun to do any real work, you haven’t encountered any pitfalls or problems. It’s just open road and fresh ideas all laid out in front of you, stretching as far as your mind’s eye will allow.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: Where I’m at currently, four years into this fucking thing and still, despite the insane increase in productivity, at least 6 weeks away from finishing. This will never end.