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I don't finish things. College, models, scarfs, drawings, paintings, research projects, window coverings. You name it I've left it 85% completed. When I draw I only draw the subject, never background. I leave the bones of the pizza of life. Which is odd since I eat the bones and leave the pizza when I eat pizza. In fact, I now order half of our pizzas with light cheese and sauce so I have an entire slice of 'bone'. Go figure. Anyway, not finishing things is supposed to be a bad thing about a person which is perhaps why I've only recently admitted to myself that I'm a 'quitter'. I mentioned it to my stepfather, and he was quick to try to convince me otherwise. But no! It's true and I find I'm quite at peace with it. I mean, the lack of window coverings didn't land me in jail, I was able to hold down a good job, the craft projects aren't in therapy; it seems to do no particular harm. The exception to the quitting thing seems to be books, and that lonely island is beginning to crumble. I was going to say books and relationships, but I'm only half the relationship, and Alan is just the opposite in this respect. On our house, for example, I know if I deal with the red tape and organizing and the financing, he'll provide the sweat and follow-through, and likely this is somewhat the same for our relationship.