The moment I realized my garage was basically a museum of unfinished projects
Last month I was clearing out my garage to park my car for winter, you know, the thing you're actually supposed to do with a garage. I found a half-built birdhouse from 3 years ago, a telescope I bought on a whim in 2021, and three different knitting needles sets I swore I'd learn to use. It hit me that I wasn't picking up hobbies, I was just collecting the supplies for them. The birdhouse still had the receipt stuffed in the bag, so I know I spent $45 on wood and stain that never got touched. I started thinking about why I never finish these things, and I think it's because the starting part feels exciting but the middle is just boring work. Has anyone else realized they have a graveyard of hobby gear in their house, or is it just my garage that looks like a craft store exploded?