The 75 Percent-er

I am fairly certain that I have cleaning ADD.  Or is it ADHD?  I will get halfway through folding a basket of laundry, get up for a minute to get a drink, then realize I was only half way done with a sink full of dishes. Then while I am rinsing bottles, I remember that I haven't gotten the chicken out of the freezer for dinner yet.  The cycle goes like that all day long.  I end up having about 437 tasks, 75% done.

I would like to blame my dad for this character flaw.  I have noticed that when someone doesn't like something about themselves, they always blame it on their parents. I feel like it's a cheap shot, but hey, it can't all be my own fault, right?

I have always been a seventy five percent-er.  I didn't really realize it until I was thinking about my cleaning ADD.  I have been reflecting my life and finding all of these little times that I didn't quite finish. 

1.  When I was four, I cut my hair.  Almost to the scalp.  Not all of it though.  I left one side long.  It was the fashion in 1986.  My mom just didn't agree.  She took me to the barber to have the remaining 25% cut off.  I am pretty sure this is where not finishing a task started. 

2.  When I was a freshmen in high school, I was a manager for the football team.  Meaning, I ran the water out onto the field during time outs.  I did it to meet guys.  With three games left in the season, I realized that the older guys weren't into some scrawny, fifteen- year-old-water-running-fool, so I quit.

3. After high school, I was too scared to go to college.  (I never would have admitted it then, but age has made me more comfortable with my insecurities.  I'm assuming that being 80 is going to be awesome.)  I went to massage school instead.  It wasn't a long commitment, I could live at home, and then once I was finished, I could move somewhere far away and be brave! I did finish school (surprise!) and I moved away from home (another surprise!) and I lasted about 8 months.  I quit massaging and went back to my old job.

4. After quitting massage and moving home, I realized I couldn't live there forever.  My parents would eventually throw me to the wolves.  Plus, it was really hard to meet someone from their basement.  I decided to go to college!  I had my BYU application 75% done when I met Jay.  He was already going to BYU, so I figured that was good enough for both of us.

And then, there was my blog.  I wrote religiously for over 5 years!  Pretty good!  Then...I quit. I got overwhelmed with other things in my life.  I stopped finding time for it. However, I have really missed it. It's sort of my creative outlet. So, I'm recommitting. I will not quit! Best of luck to me.