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.