Scorch the earth.
I’m tired of thinking of these ideas that I’ve come up with in times of intense inspiration, started them and then let them gather dust. These ideas meant something to me. Enough for me to do something with them…and they might be great.
They may be something to pursue and expound upon. They could also be worth less than used toilet paper. I would never know.
Know why? Because of my lack of follow through.
Stuff has been accumulating in this box year after year after wasted year with no destination besides the box that it’s in.
...And I’m sick of looking at it. Time to do something.
Build it or burn it.