Beers, Be-ers and Doers

I am a doer. You have a plan? I get it done. Talking about it makes me anxious. Yes, but, what are you DOING about it? Never ask a favor of me and tell me to, "take my time" with it. "My time" is the speed of light to the tune of fourteen cups of coffee and a neglected kitchen because you asked me to "do" something and I will not-cannot- rest until it is done. Like, done, done. Not rough draft done. Like, final copy not a comma out of place and smells like new ink done. I had to give up knitting because the fact that I couldn't complete a project the day I began it was so excruciating that my jaw began to ache the minute my fingers touched a skein. I am a doer. My husband, my sister,my daughter and everyone else close and important to me it seems, are BE-ERs. Not to be confused with beers. Though they are those, too. (Not my daughter. ) They do things, too. But they know how to be present in the doing and to recognize when it's time to stop the "do-ing" and start the "be-ing" for a while. If this diatribe has you thinking of what a perfect analogy this makes to Mary and Martha I will eat you. Alive. I have been called a Martha my whole life. Like it's a bad thing. Like she was a bad person. Who just wanted things to be perfect for the one she loved more than anything. Bad Martha. Bad. I get it. Mary did what was better. She did. Mary was a be-er. But I'm not Mary. Or Martha, for that matter. I'm me. I'm a do-er. Who doesn't want to stop the do-ing. Because that's part of who I am. But I want to learn how to be a better be-er.