I’ve always been hellbent on getting as much done in any given day as humanly possible. I really can’t explain where it comes from. It just is. Like it’s instinctual.
As a kid: I was so eager to start the day that I learned to climb out of my crib (more like fling myself over, according to my mother’s horror stories) so I could waddle into the living room to watch TV or play with my toys.
In college: To help come up with the money for a new car, I was briefly on three different payrolls. I eventually quit the lower paying of the three jobs and hung onto the other two for a few months. I worked 7 days a week for a semester (a full course load) and it almost killed me.
My “goal-oriented enthusiasm” didn’t wane into adulthood…
As a husband-to-be: As if planning a wedding for 250 guests wasn’t enough, I decided we should try and buy a condo that same year. We closed escrow in time to host our bachelor and bachelorette parties.
Which bring us to today…
As if preparing for our first baby wasn’t enough, we’ve managed to convince ourselves that now is a good time to search for a new home. Given my previous examples, is this just par for the course? Are we nuts?!