I am terrible at saying no. I like to please people. I continually feel like I am not living up to the expectations set for me. I feel like I am always letting people down. However, feelings are not fact. I typically leave my house around 6:30 AM and get back around 6:30 PM. Yet as I lay here on my couch at half past eight, barely awake and with aching legs from a 12 mile run I feel like a failure for not doing some more work after supper. Where does this ridiculousness come from? Did my family raise me to be this way? Did a never ending thesis teach me never to relax? I don't know.
I do know that these feelings propel me onward. When I am feeling lazy I remember times when I was productive and felt great. That's what keeps me energized to stay active in all aspects of life. Success is like a drug. When you have a little bit of it you start to wonder what a little more would feel like.