I don’t really know when it started but at some point in my life I started taking everything as a personal challenge and I accepted every one that came my way and worked my ass off to crush them. I guess that’s not necessarily a bad trait but sometimes it does get me into trouble.
Like today when after a string of e-mails insisting on not doing book talks to a bunch of sixth graders until the week after next, because I haven’t read all of the books yet, I finally gave up. “She doesn’t get what I’m saying but whatever. Challenge accepted,” I said. I agreed to Tuesday. I had to read 2.5 books by then with my foggy brain and general exhaustion and exploding to do list at work.
I’m down to two.
I say it all of the time to a lot of different things and really I just need to learn to keep my mouth shut.