Have you ever felt like your life's plate was so full that you needed a to-go box to actually hold everything that was supposed to be on it? I sure have--more than once! Apparently that's a lesson that I have to repeat. I admit it: I'm a chronic over-committer. Lately I have felt the rising panic as I realize to what all I have committed and what it being expected of me--not just by my family, but many others. It's an overwhelming feeling, especially when it appears that you have bitten off more than you can actually chew. I am one who loves to be involved and active in things. I've always been that way, cramming my calendar full and squeezing in as many things as possible. I am by nature a very social person (and somewhat of a control freak, let's face it), but it's just not possible to do it all . Even when you really want to. It seems like I have to come to this realization about once every year or so. Slow learner, I ...