The art of finishing something : reading a book, making a quilt, writing a book, finally sending a text, walking the dog - is one of the things that builds my personal self esteem the most

Yet more often than not, especially in the Winter months, I finish very little. My weekly newsletter feels like a miracle, returning correspondence weighs heavy, the sewing machine remains untouched, the feeling of finishing escapes me

What is your favorite part of finishing something?
How do you begin again when you stray from your practice?
How do you release the pressure to finish and enjoy the process of not doing, of research, of gathering ideas?