(This post is day 8 of the 21 Days of Gratitude project.)
I'm grateful for my tenacity. I'm not sure if I was born with it, if it's because I'm the first born, or if it was something I cultivated over the years. But if there's one thing people know about me, it's that I'm determined and don't stop.
I learned early on that hard work and perseverance has rewards. Perhaps it was my training as a gymnast? There was the tangible reward for my efforts--a new skill acquired on the balance beam, or some extra allowance money for doing extra chores. But the biggest rewards were emotional. The excitement of doing what I set out to do, of knowing that no one made something happen but me, the feeling of being in control of my own destiny.
I guess that last one...the control of your destiny...that is really the reason behind my stick-to-it-ness.
That, combined with the fact that I'm terrified of failure. Fear that motivates me to keep moving forward, to not give up. Ever.
So it's a double-edged sword. I've had to learn to temper it a little. Not get so freaked out when my best efforts just aren't enough (like when I studied like crazy and got a B on an exam in college...almost had a melt-down).
But mostly, I sorta like that quality about myself. And I'm glad that I have it. Without it, I know I would be living a very different life.