I’m a little Type-A. That’s an understatement. I’m a lot Type-A. Today, I missed a deadline for a project I was working on. Folks, I dropped the ball. 100%.
Type A individuals tend to be very competitive and self-critical.
Yep, I’m going all honest and bare faced right now. I feel like crap. Total crap. I let people down professionally, but more importantly, I let myself down.I pride myself on my professionalism. I’m the first one on the phone, waiting for the conference call to start, no matter how bad the muzak is. If you want to know how bad it is, I’m Hermione Granger. Always raising my hand, researching, and consuming every bit of information I can to make myself better.
Feel the breeze that just blew over you? That’s me sighing.
What I really want to do is weep, because my Type-A takes me there. I’ve apologized and owned up to dropping the ball, but it doesn’t make me feel better.
Why is it harder to face our mistakes than to accept them?
It’s because we have to admit fault in ourselves. I don’t know about you, but I hate seeing my flaws. It’s an inherent part of human nature. We’re flawed. No matter how much we strive for excellence, if we’re running to0 fast, we’re going to trip and fall. I’ve spent the past few weeks running too fast, not being as organized as I should and I fell flat on my face.
So, what am I doing about all of this? I’m up the road from my house at the tiny local coffeeshop. There is no one to disturb me. I have my calendar, my notebook, and my email. I am making sure I have everything on my calendar and don’t lose sight of what I’m doing. I’m not going to be the person you can’t depend on. There are times I won’t be able to do things perfectly, but I’ll get them done. That’s all that matters.