The nasty flip side is that if I can't excel at something, I don't want to do it. Being a rookie is fine and I'll work really, really hard to get better. Like, until I pass out or throw up kind of working hard. But if I don't start kicking ass within a reasonable period of time (which I define as about two days or so), I cut my losses and get out of there. My favourite quote is by W.C. Fields:
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. No point in being a damn fool about it.
Yet another way in which motherhood is character-building. I feel like a big screw-up most of the time, but quitting isn't an option in this particular game. Maybe I should sign up for some continuing education courses - an A or two would cheer me right up. Or I'll just give myself a random gold star right now:
Ah...I feel better already.