Long Arms

I tend to overextend myself. I dream up a big plan and convince myself that I can do ten things at once and that they’ll wall come together perfectly so I can present the world with a wonderful web, spun by yours truly. Or I’ll try to take three jobs at once after not doing anything for months and promise everyone that I can excel at all of them at the same time. Once, when I was a senior in high school, I was Vice President of the National Honor Society at my school, and I also took on the role of Copy Editor for our yearbook, after explicitly being told that I could not take both positions, due to them being too demanding. I fought with the teachers in charge of each extra-curricular, and it even got to the point where my parents had to come to the school and vouch for my ability to live up to the commitments I had made. I quit the yearbook two weeks later. But what can you do? My eyes are bigger than my stomach.

I hope that isn’t the case this time around.

-J.P.