You know those things that we start off doing with all good intentions that, at some point, become a massive pain in the tits.
A couple of years ago I started a 'Dear Future Us' diary for DP. My plan was to regularly write entries about our life - the grand and the mundane - seal it in a box for us to open in 20 years time. I got off to a good start, then I stopped writing for a while. Then I got panicked about the fact I hadn't written for a whole. So I did a bit of writing. Then I stopped again. This was last October. I'm taking today off work so I can catch up on this bastarding diary. Future DP had better be bloody grateful.
I also got into diorama making earlier this year. I have an unfinished Christmas living room scene which I'd vowed to complete by May (having bought it in January). It winks at me every time I go into the spare bedroom.
I would love to just bin them both, just fuck them both off and take back the space in my brain that these fucking projects are squatting in. But I can't because I feel guilty and because I have a stupid "Must finish everything I start" attitude.
What are your albatrosses?