A phrase lifted from a New Yorker Around Town piece--the context is that the New Yorker's offices are moving from midtown Manhattan south. (See their cover.) Nick Paumgarten has observations on the moving process, the loss of familiar routines and landmarks, the need to go through years of accumulation hoardings. He quotes an acquaintance as calling it "the accretion of intention", which I think is right on. In my old office, in my home, in my life I've seen the gradual accumulation of stuff which were parts of good intentions: projects I wanted to do; things I wanted people to see me doing; stuff I wanted to have done, but always works which I never had the energy or determination actually to do.
One thing I did once do is pass my drivers test. Adam Gopnik has an article on his late-life experience learning to drive.
BTW I've a stack of last year's New Yorkers to get rid of--read most of most of them.