Into the unknown...well, unknown at least to me
Admitting that I am not good enough for certain types of jobs is difficult for me to, well, admit. In a way, I take it personally. Up until recently, I tried my utmost hardest not to disappoint. Even if I overworked myself to the point of mental, emotional, and physical breakdown, I didn't want to be the cause of someone else's frustration. Friends, I cannot even begin to tell you just how much I hated the very thought of upsetting someone. For most of my adult life, this has been my theme: be given a task and not just complete it, but over complete it. For example, if I was asked to wipe down a dusty table, mind you, just the table, I would do extra work that clearly wasn't necessary. So I wiped that table down, but I also I wiped the chairs/benches - even though there was no need for it. The response from the task giver was normally positive, "Oh, thank you SO much for doing that! You're on top of it, aren't you?" Quite often, people become accu