I have never been great at not pushing. I always want one step more than I have. One step more than is warranted. One step more. 

I can’t stop it on my own. If you tell me to stop. To slow down. To calm down. I will. I need to be told, verbally, written, whatever. Someone needs to say, “You’re doing it again.” 

And I’ll say, “Oh, I hadn’t realized.”

Not that I won’t see it on my own, but only when it’s too late or almost too late. 

So, that’s one of the ways that I’m an idiot.