I remember this place, these things. I remember being here before. I remember sitting in that spot, toiling away with the tools that still lay strewn about where I left them. If I sat in that spot, it would only take me a minute to remember what was so needful of my attention at the time. I could pick up where I left off. I could finish.
I've never been a finisher. I always get reassigned when things are still in progress. When I do, I never look back to find out what happened. I just move on to the next thing.
I'm going to finish something. I am. I'm going to select it, plan it, work it and finish it. Something big. Something grand. Something...
Are you a finisher?
