The Number Five

So my second post, so far so good i'm still keeping with it, well i can't really say anything just yet as it is only the second day. i guess i'll just have to see how far i can do this thing.

I've realised something today and it's that  my inability to complete my journals actually translate to other things in my life and right now i can think of two things. The first is books, i would start them then i just stop, i know i have one particular book where i've gone halfway and never finished and i'm pretty sure it's been about geez i've counted and i am pretty sure it's five years and counting. It's funny because i still have a bookmark in that book. I'm pretty sure i have four others that i must finish. The Second thing is my paiuntings i counted and yep five paintings have not been finished on it's way but not yet finished. 

Now i think about it, this is really weird, why five? i can't even answer myself that question, i didn't realise how many paintings or books i have yet to finish until literally right this moment when i was writing the second paragraph. Is the number five some how significant to me. Crap...this is just freaky i saw five crows the other day what on earth is going on with me? is it just coincidence? I don't know. Something i don't understand is apparently something i'm begining to fear.