This morning I drove up to my property north of here. It’s pretty exciting to see the growth in the area. There is two large master-planned golf course communities going up to the east of me. On the west side are a series of six independently owned ranches. Golfers and ranches don’t have much in common, other than they have a lot of money.

These neighbors have made my dirt worth more, but I am weary of the “irrational exuberance”, the tell-tale sign of a bubble market. I don’t want to contribute to any panic, so I keep my weariness to myself. But I watch the market closely.

This afternoon I went inside and worked on some NoMoHo shirt designs. I already have seven designs complete, but only half of those will work for guys shirts too. So I fiddled around in Illustrator for a few hours. I came up with nothing, and I was okay with that. That’s how design goes.

I talked to my sister Kristie this afternoon and she described me as an “overachiever”. I’ve never spent much time thinking about that title because we don’t really use it where I come from. But since I graduated from high school, I’ve heard it more and more, but never to describe me. From what I understand, an “overachiever” is someone who is always out to achieve something else, to the point of it being obsessive. Some people are proud to be labeled an overachiever, and others resent them for that.

Normally I don’t care how people classify me, but over this vacation in Cabo, I was haunted by the fact that I will NEVER get everything done, mostly because I keep inventing new things for me to do. I’m a dreamer and I’m a doer. When I’m doing, I am quietly dreaming of what to do next. I can’t imagine living in any other way. This is a rewarding but miserable way to live. I’m constantly upgrading and updating every part of my life. Never content!

On my flight down to Cabo, I had to write down my accomplishments from the last twelve months. I had to do this because I had to remind myself that I have in fact made progress in the past year. At the bottom of my list of accomplishments, I wrote, “Matt, you’ve done enough! You should be proud of yourself! It’s okay to relax for the next ten days. God knows that you need it.”

I don’t want to obsess about this and ruin my Saturday night relaxing at my house, but I am going to look into the “overachiever” complex to see if there is light at the end of the tunnel. But not tonight. I’ve Tivo’d ten episodes of “Beverly Hills 90210″, and I’m going to make popcorn and watch them again and pretend I am still in seventh grade.