When I was younger, if I started a project — any project — I finished it all costs to the bitter end.
As I get older and, I hope, wiser — I am better able to perceive the end before I begin.
That prescience allows me the divinity to not start projects that are doomed to fail.
However, there are times that I am convinced — by circumstance or by the force of outside personality — to take on a job that, in midstream, I know will never work and is destined for failure.
Instead of falling headlong into a bitter end — I am now able to rationally argue against that end and devise a plan to fix the project before it fails.
If there’s no way to manipulate the project’s DNA for salvation, then I’m fine with allowing the project to die a humble, unfinished, death.
I have convinced myself that not needing to take every project to the bitter end is a good thing — but am I merely amusing myself with the erosion of a good work ethic and the dismissal of a desire to be accomplished in ever ideal?