I might be finished

I might delete my blog. In case I do, thanks to you for visiting. No, nothing went wrong. It's not you, it's me.

See, once I get the hang of something, I don't want to do it anymore. I am a conquer and move on kind of gal. I am not sure where that comes from, but it has happened with almost everything I have ever tried. There is a sad dusty collection of things in the basement that I HAD to have, needed to learn how to do and could not live without. There are many would-have-been hobbies that absorbed all of my spare time and attention until I could do it or until I made one, or until I won one, or until I understood or until I failed. I am not proud that this is the way I am, but because these are hobbies we are talking about and there are a million things about me that need work, this particular issue just doesn't make the list of resolutions any year.

There was the time I wanted to learn to play the drums. I can play a little. Enough to fill in without fills for a band in a crunch at an open mic night.
There's the bass.
There's guitar.
Ukulele.
Bodhran.
Stand up double bass.
Flutes.
This air piano that belonged to my grandfather and his harmonica (these items are not in the dusty section).
Video games I needed to have, the account on Xbox live for 50 big ones that I needed so I could compete with the world in HALO and Splinter Cell.
The PSP I needed and promised I would play and play and play.
The games I bought for that PSP (and never finished) to prove how into it I was!
Learning to knit because I missed my grandmother, bagging it after the pot holder was done because I couldn't fix my mistakes on that blanket and lost patience with learning how. Embarrassing, really.

There is one exception.

Martial arts training began as a desire to devour each discipline until 1st or 2nd degree black belt, aniliate the tournament circuit competion and then move on. Along the way though, I fell in love with learning about warriorship and with training my mind, body and spirit. At this point, I cannot live without training. I have graduated to the desire to compete only with myself, to become the best I can be, to reach my greatest mental and physical potential. So, training always stays.

Writing is something I have to do. No choice there. The question is, do I have to put it out here on this blog? Nah. But I want to want to be a blogger still. It's just that when all I can come up with bores even me, I feel silly to waste your time.

We'll see!