Good morning!

Thanks for hopping on Her View From Home for the Saturday morning coffee chat—I am so glad I get to spend just a small part of my morning with you all! (Oh, and HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!)

I have to let you in on a little secret (okay, so it may not be a secret to some of you who know me well…). I have ideas. GREAT ideas. All the time! I have too many great ideas. That’s the real issue.

It usually happens when I have too much time to think, or when I am putting off doing something really important. Procrastination of the important thing will cause me a huge amount of stress next week when it actually needs to be done, yet I daydream. One thought leads to the next, and the next, and the next until I have masterminded the perfect, foolproof idea…and it is GREAT! (Duh.)

(Do you know the feeling? Don’t you love it? The exact moment when all the pieces in your mind click and EUREKA! You’ve got it!)

The idea is plain as day. It is time to hit the ground running, taking my idea and making it into a reality. From there I get obsessed with the idea. Nearly every waking moment of free time I am working on the project. I am relentless…until I am not.

UGH! Why! Why do I do that?!I have brilliant ideas

I will tell you why I do “that” 99% of the time. It goes right back around to my secret—I have ideas. GREAT ideas. All the time! I have too many great ideas. That’s the real issue. That’s why I do that.

Double Ugh…

I have come to learn that it is difficult to actually finish projects and easy to keep jumping to the next best idea when you don’t realize that it is happening time after time. Now, there are things I have completed. I have started and finished a list of things as long as my arm and that makes me proud. Stepping back and reevaluating myself and my intentions has helped me enormously. Slowly, I am gaining the knowledge and self-control to conquer this problem so that I can finish what I start. It’s not easy. It’s actually pretty hard. But when I come home from my real job and I sit down and see that I have four different binders, two notebooks, two sticky notepads, and a half of a tree of research…I pick up on the cues—I see that I have not been finishing strong. Instead, I realize, I have been the sporadic, random, vast-amounts-of-idea producing woman I am working so hard not to be! Then I regroup, refocus, and prioritize, and I am off—focused and driven once again.

This week and the two weeks to come I am testing myself with my latest GREAT idea. I can’t share it right now. Short story is that, I saw an opportunity and I went for it. The answer is always “No” if you don’t ask, right. So I asked, and now I have a deadline to make something beautiful happen. Two weeks and my life could be changed in a big way. Doors will be opened. Great things will happen. There is just a little bit of pressure on me at the moment, but I thrive under pressure.

I WILL stay focused, I WILL stay driven and I WILL give the most mind-blowing presentation of why my idea and it’s execution will rock this world! And when I finish what I started I will have the heart-warming feeling of satisfaction and an immense sense of pride.

If you can relate to my struggles of unfinished projects, please hop on my train of intentions. Step back and observe your latest ideas and projects, it may be time to regroup and refocus! I want you all to feel satisfied and proud too. It’s time we finish what we start!

Until next time,


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Jacey Edson

Jacey is one of the most fun-loving, energetic and positive people you may ever meet! She lives every day to its fullest and continuously looks for ways to become a better human being. She has a passion for inspiring other women (and men) to practice self-love, compassion and gratitude while connecting them with like-minded individuals. Her passion intertwines with that of Her View from Home—to connect your view with the rest of the world—which is why she gravitated toward the lifestyle blog and eventual joined the HVFH team as the VP of Marketing. She is married to a great man who supports her and all she pursues. Together they own a cat, Luna, who you may hear about from time to time; they have no children as of now, maybe in the future!

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