The Life in my Bones and the Spark in my Soul

  Do you know what I learned today?   I learned a lot, really: I have no idea how to make a rehearsal plan After delivering the work I always remember something I forgot Mom and I don't really see eye to eye when expressing ideas   (The last one is more in the lines of us wanting to say the same thing, but only confusing each other with the way we say it...)   You know what else I learned? That the longer I have to make a paper, the longer I take to go from the introduction to the rest of it...   I really have no idea how to start... and no idea how to finish...and, being honest, no idea what to write in between.   Until I FINALLY start. From that point on I just don't know how to express my ideas and when to stop.    My Portuguese teachers (I'm from Portugal, so that's my equivalent to your English) always complained that I never had a conclusion, or that it was too rushed, in my compositions.   Poor women...   They tried, but I never learned.

 I'm a starter....  I've always been a starter. No one can deny that.  I don't just dream about writing a book, I take a pen and a notebook and start writing.... and then forget about it. I don't just dream about plying the guitar, I convince my parents to buy me a guitar and star going to music classes at school. And when the year ends I forget to continue practising... I forget I own that guitar as if I don't see it every time I walk into my room.  So, yes, I'm a starter.....  I'm attached....  I've always been and always will be to anything I own. Even I can't deny that!  I don't just dream about having a huge, almost unused collection of stuffed animals, I have that collection. Do I ever play with them? No. I'm 21, I'm too old to play with dolls and stuffed toys. Does that stop me from buying more than my room can handle? No, cause every animal I buy is a child to me. We make a connection when we meet and I do