Growing up, my parents sometimes told me I did jobs around the house in a half-assed manner. They would also call me “Sidetrack” because it would take me hours to clean my room since I could get easily sidetracked by any piece of paper or article of clothing.
When I was fired from my job as Administrative Assistant to the president of a PR firm at the age of 27, my boss told me I needed focus. I didn’t understand what she meant.
It’s frustrating to realize that in trying to do too many things and suck so much out of life, I am sometimes good at nothing. I love writing so much that I am saying YES to so many opportunities that come my way, and yet I also have these wonderful kids and a great husband and a rich family life.
Does anyone else have this problem?