They say that admitting is the first step to recovery. This doesn't always makes sense to me but here goes: I admit that I have commitment issues. Yes, I am ashamed of labeling myself as that person who has a thousand ideas and starts things without finishing anything.
Before I go on, let me clarify one thing. No, this is not what you think it is. I'm not talking about my relationships--romantic or not. I'm talking about things that I want to do in life. One minute, I am "passionate" (note the quotes) about writing, the next I find myself staring blankly at x number of stories that I've started and never finished. It has dawned on me that maybe I'm just the type of person who starts things and never gets anything done.
This morning I told myself that I would continue working on this story that I wrote a few days back but I got lazy again. The story is about the idea of being too comfortable and the protagonist's realization that comfort isn't always a good thing. I meant to work on it as a short story so I could finally put it on my blog. But alas, the laziness has taken over and won. Lazy-ass - 85, Melody - 0.