Scroll a short way back through my blog posts, and you will see that earlier this fall I made a start on learning Greek letters in advance of, possibly, learning classical Greek.
You can also see that the last time I wrote about it was on the first of October, and I can't tell you exactly when was the last time I worked on it. I got distracted at some point and forgot to keep going.
I called it, in that very first post. This is what I said:
"Not that I really know what I'm doing; I haven't studied any language for decades and I don't know if I have the time or patience to learn one from scratch now. Plus I know myself well enough not to trust any new determination outright. I have new ideas all the time. Every week something else feels like a new and important thing I should pursue. Not everything sticks. I don't know if this will.
"But I still want to try. I'd still like to do something."
See? I forgot. I half expected I would.
Today is the hard part for me, the part where I remembered that I was working on something and dropped it halfway, which I do so often, and which I feel ashamed about. I wish I were one of the kinds of people who decides what to do and then carries through, even when it takes a long time or a lot of work. Those people get somewhere in life, you see. They're the ones who accomplish stuff -- big, impressive stuff.
I am very often not that kind of person.
But, I'd still maybe like to learn Greek.
Right now is the hard part, the choice which comes hard to me. I can feel ashamed of losing track of (yet another) intention and put all of this away so I can hide from that feeling, or I can get out my worksheets and guides to learn the next letter. Ashamed of myself or not.