I think I hate this blog.

Okay, not really.

But I do think this blog might be bad for my self-esteem.

My original intent for this blog was to be a place where I could put all of my random ideas and thoughts that I thought were good enough to be placed in public (or semi-public) view. Well, I'm a very scattered person and as such my thoughts careen around in a some-what random fashion. I get really inspired to do something - or be someone - one day and then next it's gone. Which is okay when it's just thought. But once you take that thought and make it "flesh" - or in this case, a blog - then you have a sense of accountability. There are actual people reading my words and, in a small way, holding me to what I said I'd do. Which brings me to this confession:

I can't finish anything.

I can't count how many things I've started and never finished - craft projects, household projects, my education - or how many things I've always said I wanted to do and never even started for fear of not finishing them. And, I've come to realize that all this blog is accomplishing is emphasizing the fact that I haven't finished a darn thing. My podcast? Dead. Blogging every day for the month of November? Dead. Blogging everyday for a year? Soooooo dead. Blogging every day for March? Why do I even keep trying?

It's like a parade of my suckiness. A cavalcade of non-accomplishment. A promenade of procrastination.

Every day mocking me and constantly reminding me of what I have failed to do.

So, what do I do?

I enjoy blogging and having a place for my thoughts to roam free. But at the same time, I hate feeling guilty over the things I've said I'd do and haven't. So, I'm stuck - rock meet hard place. Maybe I should just accept that this is who I am. A person of grand ideas and really poor follow through. All thought and no action. All idealism and no honesty.

Or maybe I should get up off my butt and do something?

Where's the magic 8-ball when I need it?