Hack of all trades

You can't be great at everything. That's what everybody tells me.
"Jack of all trade, Master of none" as the saying goes.

But somehow I can't get that through my thick skull. I want to be good at everything. I want to be a master blogger (or is it "mistress blogger"), a great writer, novelist, screenwriter, poet, songwriter. I want to learn Spanish, French and Japanese or maybe Korean. I want to play guitar. I want to learn Flash and how to edit movies. I want to learn how to meditate. Ideally I'd like to learn to read minds but that's low in the list of priorities... not mention realities. I want to be more limber and I want rock hard abs. And I want to learn how to be stripper (not for a living, just a way to turn on my husband without simulataneously making him double over with laughter.)

The list goes on.

Problem is, I start to try to do these things and then I slack off. I get really gungho until I get burned out or until I get too busy doing something else.

I can't do everything. I can't. So why do I try? I need therapy. Actually I'm in therapy. Which is nice. But I find myself wanting to solve all my problems at once and so I solve nothing.

If you saw how many books are on my current reading list it would shock you. I don't mean my "to be read" list I mean the list of books I'm currently in the middle of . One of them is actually a book on how to speed read. I kid you not.

I am both too hard and too easy on myself. I have no discipline to stick to anything long enough to become really good at it or even be called dedicated. But I beat myself up over not doing everything on my impossibly long list.

Sucks being a Renaissance Woman.