I challenge myself first.
This puts pressure on others.
An undesired pressure, usually mistaken, when after all it is the motivation and passion for what is yet to happen when you endure mediocrity.
Am I guilty for all that?
Ambitious overachiever or chronic igniter?
At first that pressure is overwhelming and intensifies failure. But then you get to a point that you make a deal with yourself and it becomes a part of what you do.
Then it never leaves. It takes the form you want it to have, reminding you of the mess you had to go through to achieve, over that arch of events.
Why do you keep going?