im gettin tired of my car

Got a '60 Plymouth Sport Satellite with a 383 4bbl factory that I drove when I was 16. It's close to 22 years later and I've yet to turn wrench one on it to tear it down for restoration. Other things in life have come: career, family of my own. Some have gone: business, relationships, friends, family, other cars. Through the years it's been a comforting fact that car is still there. I can look at it and know the good times I had with it and the stories to share with others (remind me later to tell you how my old man with the car loaded with five adults and a pre-teen chased down a Mach 1 at will). It's comforting to know that no matter how bad things get my dream of making new memories with the most important person in my life, my wife, will come true with that car.
We all get discouraged. I've restored a lot of cars over the years. None of 'em even mine. There are set backs (wrecking a '57 Dodge coming out of the booth is one that I can almost not cringe at now) that will make you sick. Time seems to disappear when you pay attention to the details: spending sixty hours just polishing stainless steel trim for a '57 Chevy makes you wonder what you've accomplished. But there are the very highs: the first drive of a car that you've just poured a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into. That's the goal to work for.
Set small goals. Accomplish each goal. Set even smaller goals with those goals if you have to. At the end of each goal you'll feel better about the project and about yourself.
No matter what you decide that '71 Dodge will always be with you.