I can't recall how many times I've told myself this.
I remember after watching the film "Where The Crawdads Sing"
I literally went straight to the bookstore and bought sketchbooks, paints, and brushes. I was so inspired by the main character's hobby that I literally wanted to do it. Days later, after 2 butterfly paintings, I got bored. That's only ONE of the many things I started but never finished.
Of course, I would then label myself as lazy or lacking in character. For years, I've been hating myself for that. But now, while reading the book, I realize I need to accept that this is how my BRAIN works. And there's no shame in that. The restriction itself was designed by society. There's no right way to do things. There are millions of ways! And I'm excited to embark on that journey of self-discovery.