I'm a bad quitter.
Once I start something, I hate, hate, hate to quit. I've always been that way.
Unfortunately, it means that I sometimes end up staying in situations that aren't good for me (like crappy jobs) just because I am too prideful to quit.
It also mean that I will sometimes take years to start something I'd really like to try. I'm afraid that if I don't like it or it doesn't work out, I'll be stuck.
Because god forbid a quit.
That goes for everything from piano lessons to writing a book to decorating my damn house!
What if it is too hard? What if I fail? In my fucked up brain, I won't be able to live with myself.
That's why it took me years to try NaNoWriMo. And why it is now almost impossible for me to admit that it was bad timing. That I bit off more than I could chew in an incredibly busy month.
For now I'm going to do what generations of parents have done.
I'm going to live vicariously through my kid. She's kept to her NaNoWriMo Youth Program word count goal. She's written with utter abandon. She's having fun.
Hey, my kids aren't ever going to be pro athletes. Believe me. I have to live my dreams though them somehow.
(At least my piano lessons are going okay.)
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