When I’m doing something that matters to me, I’m as stubborn as any mule could hope to be. I stick with it until I either figure it out or twist it around to where I want it. I think it came from being the “spoiled” baby of the family– my parents always led me to believe I could do anything I decided to do and I guess I took them at their word. However, I have sense enough to know that square pegs don’t go into round holes – they weren’t designed to.
After spending a few hours with the square peg and the unrelenting round hole, it occurred to me, “The time and energy I’m spending here could be better used elsewhere. I could actually be accomplishing something other than frazzled nerves.”
So I laid the square peg down and moved on. And guess what? I felt awesome! I actually moved along to something that was within the realms of the possible and accomplished something I’d been meaning to do for weeks.
This is basically a reoccurring situation for me. I deal with it, I’m too stubborn to change.