Origin Story of an Overachiever

We all have that story, the one that, in retrospect, seems almost comical, yet shaped the very landscape of our inner world. Mine involves Barbies, a basement, an older girl with a penchant for pickles (seriously, the lasting impression!), and a childhood understanding of sin that would make a theologian weep. It’s the origin story of my overachieving tendencies, a tale of how a seemingly minor incident can become the bedrock of a lifelong pattern.