High Standards

I am constantly asked why I work so hard.  The simple answer is, I enjoy it.  The complicated answer is, I have high standards. 

I won't hold onto friendships that are toxic.  I won't allow boys to treat me poorly.  I demand respect from those around me.  I simply will not allow anyone who brings me down to remain in my life.  I am selective about who I keep close. 

With that said, I hold myself to those same high standards.  I expect to live out all of my dreams.  I hate myself on the days I sit in bed with a bag of chips and skip the gym. I feel anxious when I don't accomplish enough throughout the day. 

I am frustrated because I know my full potential and have yet to reach it.  I am terrified of failure and disappointing those I love.  I am constantly striving to make my parents proud.  To some, I may seem like an overachiever, but I am still a work in progress.  I never think I have achieved my goals, so I won't stop until my dreams become a reality.   

I have to trust that I will succeed.  I know that the faith in my journey is justified.  I am a fixer.  I am a giver.  I am an achiever.  I will accomplish everything that I set out to do.  Failure is not an option. 

Of course, no matter how much I accomplish in life, no matter how much love I have to give, no matter the obstacles I overcome, I always feel the need to push myself further.  I want MORE.  To be more, to mean more to those in my life.  I know I am capable of MORE. 

Therefore, I will continue to push myself until the day I die.  Work as hard as I can, play when possible and surround myself with the best, most loving people.  After all, you are the company you keep.