Ten half-chased dreams add up to zero finished ones.

Effort divided across many possibilities produces motion without arrival, because nothing gets enough to cross the line. Each one stays permanently promising, which is comfortable, since an unfinished thing can never be judged. The total can look like a lot of work and leave you with nothing to point at.

Choose one and give it a deadline, then park the others somewhere you can retrieve them. Finishing something mediocre teaches more than maintaining ten beginnings. You can always return to the list, and you will return as someone who has completed a thing.