This week, I've had to do a lot of those things I don't like to do- I even hate doing. I was working on a project at work which required me stepping out of my comfort zone. I was trying to finish this crucial project- and I had several people waiting on me to finish it up. I missed my deadline and kept procrastinating. I knew it and felt horrible. Why was I procrastinating? Because I couldn't get the job done! Blerg! I was (still am) so annoyed at myself.
Eventually, I had to ask for help. Tail between my legs. And then admit to everyone I had held up the process. It sucked, and I know I never would have admitted the shortcoming 5 years ago. Progress, I suppose. I just wish I had asked for help sooner. Maybe next time.
