I’ve never really been a good starter. Or finisher. I am better at the middle, at fighting the fires that come my way. I’m the opposite of the Nike people who “Just Do It”. I like to plan, think it through, endlessly, paralyzingly. So I never get started. And then when I’ve finally started something I rarely seem to be able to complete it. Because it is never good enough, never thorough enough, never quite done. At least to me. I guess I am a perfectionist. I live by the motto, “If you didn’t have the time to do it right the first time, when are you going to find the time to do it over?” Except that I tend to just not do it at all. I am good with a deadline that can’t be changed, like when I got married or when each of my two children was born. Then, I seem to miraculously rise to the occasion. But I do not like this trouble getting started and finishing side of myself. So I am starting now, something I’ve been thinking about and talking about for a long time. I am starting this journal to talk about my life. As a mom, as a thinker, to tell about my amazing son and my delightful daughter and to talk about what’s happened and what I want to happen. And to share ideas and learn from others. And most of all, to fight my urge not to do it. Because I don’t want to be the person who never does what they could have done. So I am starting here and now. I know it is going to be life-changing, I can feel it.