I read an article a few years ago about how different persons' inner clocks move at different speeds. That struck a chord with me, because I think I move, speak, read, type, drive, and so on at a perfectly normal pace. Growing up, my mom always said I seemed to be in a hurry, and to this day people complain about me speaking too quickly.
Most of the time, this isn't a problem. I like being "fast" because this is the way I am and the way I've always been. I don't know anything else.
When it comes to "Project Cottage" a part of me feels it should be done by now. I have to remind myself to slow down and have reasonable expectations. The sensible braincell points out that I don't actually know how to do many of the things needed, and building takes time even for people with carpentry skills.
My eager braincells claim it should be done in May, no later than June. The one sensible brain cell says the project might take a couple of years and needless to say, the eager ones don't like that. They've already mentally finished fixing it, furnished it, and are quite annoyed it isn't ready for use. According to them, it should be possible to sit there and write by now.
Sensible also said, "We should do one thing at a time. Let's finish everything around the house, so it's easy to get to, replace the siding where needed, and..."
The others interjected, "BORING!"
Today, they got their way. There's so much dust, spores, stuff going on inside the cottage that I bought a builder's mask and even Sensible had to agree it would be fun/interesting to try it out.
It makes me feel skilled and powerful. Cool, like Darth Vader, but a force for good...