“You’re not a finisher,” my husband pointed out one day.
Those words cut me deep because somewhere inside my mind I knew he had a point.
I get plagued by dreams. By ideas.
I keep myself busy doing.
But giving all of my ideas a pedestal meant very few got completed.
“I’m not a finisher.” Those words haunted me until I took them, shook them and proved them wrong.
Now I relish the moment of ticking off a project. Now I focus on that finish.
Yes, it’s difficult. I have more ideas than I have hours. I have two children and a home depending on me. And yet I must focus. Because in the end, it’s the finish that matters.
(How annoying to have come up with Dream. Do. Done. today only to find they’ve been written already!)
Be a dreamer.
Be a doer.
But most importantly, take on board your father’s words: be a finisher.
Love, Ammu xx