I'm too ambitious for my own good

I make really long to-do lists only to complete less than half of what I originally listed by the end of the day/week/month, etc.  But it's how my mind works, and sometimes (well, often times) I get really upset when I don't complete everything on the list.  But in all reality, everything unfinished tends to roll over into the next period and gets completed later than when I set the goal to complete it.  This is my ever continuous failing attempt to be an overachiever.  I have too many ideas to keep inside my head, so when I write them down, a part of my brain automatically thinks that I then need to actually do everything I write down, which only leads to disappointment.

One of these lists consists of things I'd like to complete before I go out of town for my ginormous family celebration.  Between a birthday, graduation and 25th wedding anniversary, I'm gonna be pretty busy while I'm gone.  But with the work schedule I've given myself, I'm not going to be able to complete everything I'd like to get done.  Which sucks, because someone's going to go hungry this week, as well as having some food go bad due to the nonexistent amount of time to eat it all/prepare any of it.

In recent weeks I've also come to the realization that I'm a workaholic.  It's not that I get addicted to my job, but in all areas of my life, I push myself to the max and I don't allow myself a break.  Even a vacation is like a job to me, because I plan and plan and figure an itinerary for the whole ordeal.  And of course tons of items on my never-ending to-do list never happen, which again gives me disappointment, although it's usually momentarily and I forget about it within a second.  I hardly ever sit down when I'm working on projects, or just doing my job, and when I finally do, I feel like collapsing.

At least I sleep like a rock at night and always get a full night's sleep.