Container planting tra la la

I'm not sure if there is anything I enjoy more than container planting. Perhaps I'd like to dance while container planting, eat a fine meal while container planting, travel Europe with a container and some plantings and I'd be pretty darn happy.
I think it's the immediate reward, the boundary of an edge and it doesn't take days to accomplish. That's why I was never a good knitter unless I was using giant needles, like the size of baseball bat and the thickest wool I could find. I really mastered the one hour scarf. It was the same with sewing, if it can be done in under an hour, I'd make fifty of whatever project I had taken on.
I'd like to think I'm a journey kind of a girl but the destination is always so rewarding. Process for me seems to inspire my inner eight year old, "are we there yet?" When I do arrive I never seem to stay long is the problem, on to the next one and so it goes. Perhaps I should consider that I've plugged in and maybe need to let things percolate awhile before thinking 'now what?' List after list with things left unchecked.
Maybe we could all stand to let things be? Resist crossing it all off. At least just for tonight.
Alison xo