It’s seriously Wednesday already? Why is that when you have big things (that you are not prepared for) looming in the horizon that time just speeds up? Guess it’s time for another confession. This one should come as NO surprise…
I AM COMPETITIVE.
(feels so good to finally get that out)
I can’t say I’ve been competitive since birth. But if it started anywhere, it started here…
My middle brother, AJ, is 20 months younger than me. There’s a rumor that I tried to push him down the stairs when he was in his walker (so he was maybe 6-9 months old?) and I went with him. It’s a miracle we made it through our teen years alive.
I’m not saying I was alone in my competitiveness. Oh no. AJ was (and is) equally as competitive – just in different ways. He is extremely athletic and very, very smart. I am determined and persuasive. I like to win an argument. Of course this is just a really nice way of saying I am a know-it-all. We are both extremely stubborn. Don’t we sound like a party?
Honestly, the years we spend bickering and fighting about the dumbest things alive have helped me reign in my competitive nature and seem “relaxed.” No lie, people have told me how “laid back” I am and I want to laugh. Who is this person they are talking about?
Over the years I have tried to internalize my competitive nature. I’ve HAD to. On a professional level, I work with some of my closest friends and there have definitely been times when competition has reared it’s ugly head. Thankfully, I’ve realized that acting like a complete imbecile because of my competitive streak would be ridiculous and petty. In the end, I would rather have friends, be proud of their accomplishments, and challenge myself to work harder. At the same time, it’s probably a good thing I’m not in sales.
And then, I discovered the joy of running. While I’m running I am only competitive with MYSELF. Despite my general lack of athleticism (seriously, you should see me try to play softball, basketball, volleyball, or soccer), NOBODY in my family should be surprised that I ran a marathon. It’s an ultimate PERSONAL challenge that fulfills my need to be competitive without requiring much technique.
Run, Forrest, run!
I now look at my competitive nature as a plus instead of as another fight waiting to happen or a feeling of failure. I still love a good challenge. I love to prove myself. And truthfully, I’m still extremely competitive. BUT, I don’t feel like I have to be the best at everything and I don’t have to know it all. It’s actually quite humbling to be taught a thing or two about life by your 5 and 2-year old — and saying to your parents that they WERE right. Who knew?
Are you competitive? Anything you have to confess?