Ani Was Writing

This is a letter addressed both directly and indirectly to my mother. I highly doubt she will ever see it, but I need to get it written before I totally forget to. If this happens to apply to your relationship with your mother or mother figure, feel free to share it with her.  I feel the need to start this by saying that this letter is going to be a bit accusatory. Up until now, I have been harboring some emotional spite toward you for things you have done to irritate and annoy me. It's been going on for some time now, but I have yet to find the best way to communicate this to you verbally. In addition, know that a lot of what I say is coming from a place of spite and annoyance toward you that may or may not be totally palatable or pleasant for you to hear. Again, up until now, I have been holding my tongue to keep our family life pleasantly stale and cushion-like, almost like a box of packing peanuts. Please allow me the indulgence of every piece of language I desire to use. ...

  When it comes to projects and things I want to do, my brain gets a little squirrel-like. It tends to like the idea and plans it out a little, but doesn't really commit to it because something else catches its interest. On top of that, any projects I do plan well get buried for later completion during some sort of proverbial creative winter. I find this really annoying; it bothers me a bit to know that my brain actively does this. Like... take this blog, for example. This is the usual conversation with my brain every month: Me: Okay Brain, we have a lot of unfinished projects that need to get done. What should we do? Brain: I mean, we can always start a new one. Or destroy an old plan to make a new one. Me: No, I want to finish what we have. Brain: Eh... that sounds boring. Let's start something new!    That's honestly it. Before you know it, I have five different projects going at once and none of them are done. I'm guessing that some other people deal ...