One of the things I have always liked about myself is that when I'm committed, I can be counted on. I meet deadlines, I deliver product, I keep appointments, I stick to common objectives.
At present, I am so overcommitted that you couldn't count on me for anything. I've been making appointments for 7 am or 11 pm; I've not just missed deadlines, I've ignored them entirely, and sadly, I can't even claim to have made choices about those things. I'm not liking myself.
One of my longtime and dear friends put a quote on Facebook that really made me think:
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
- William Arthur Ward
Right now, I am an aggressive pessimist/optimist/realist becalmed by the winds of discontent, indecision and apathy.
Thank God that for me and Scarlett O'Hara, tomorrow is another day.