Afflicted by the oughtas

I oughta work on finish-finishing this week-end.

I oughta stitch the current band on Ann Scutt.

I oughta restitch the sixth square on the Schwalm bag and start the seventh since the new lesson has been posted.

I oughta stitch the prototypes for the EGA program scheduled week after next.

I oughta be doing a lot of things.

But I'm not.

What I'm about to say does not reflect on the designs or the designers of any of the projects on my oughta list. They are all things I want to stitch and have been planning to work on. They are all projects I'll be delighted to display in my home. They are all things I've wanted to do.

The problem is that I don't feel obsessed by any of them at the moment. I'm not waking up thinking about the fact that it's the week-end and I could spend potentially hours on any one of them. I didn't stay up late last night because I wanted to do just one more stitch. I'm just not passionate about anything in the current rotation.

(I should qualify that. Given my difficulties with finish-finishing, there are times when I would like to passionately hurl whatever I'm working on to the floor so that I could then jump up and down on it before taking it outside and running over it with the car. Luckily, those are momentary feelings and have more to do with my imperfections as a finisher than with whatever project I'm working on.)

I haven't quite decided how to handle this. I think I'm going to just go play in the stash and see if something jumps up and grabs me. Passionately.