should I be committed? (I know where your mind just went with that)

Lately, I've been pondering how commited I get to a task.  I tend to do something/anything with 110% of myself.  While most might think that is a great thing...it has its downside.  For instance,  I tend to drive myself crazy with the details, I get easily overwhelmed by something that should be simple, and sometimes I find myself volunteering for a monumental project when I could've just cruised through it.  I give you two examples:
One, Kurtis is on the Home Owners Association Board.  It came along as an opportunity for him to use his recently acquired M.B.A.  I thought it would give him a taste of management and business side of things while still keeping him in touch with our community.  I didn't count on his procrastination working against me nor some of our neighbors essentially campaigning to have the board disbanded. What resulted was 5 of the 7 committee members resigning for one reason or another, leaving Kurtis to act as Pres, Vice-Pres, and Treasurer for a short time.  Now we are up to 5 committee members but Kurtis is still treasurer.  He is responsible for sending out monthly bills and such.  Last year, we made a great switch to use coupon books (with coupons for each month) resulting in us needing to simply deposit the checks each month.  I stepped up to help my husband who is always so busy with family, church, and work.  Then Kurtis decided this year that it would be easier if WE made the coupon books ourselves....simple, right?  Yeah, except for my husband is a procrastinator.  I blame myself.  I knew this when I married him and thought it would be okay.  Until I find myself spending an entire weekend making 30 coupon books and trying to make sure that they get out in the mail the next day b/c the bills are due at the end of the week!  Add that to the woman is acting secretary.  She's a single gal, kids are grown up and out of the house, and she is supposed to type up the minutes, send out ballots each year, etc.  Except she doesn't.  Supposedly she doesn't have a printer at home.  She only types up the minutes every 3 months and she can't possibly send out newsletters and ballots b/c she doesn't have a printer.  She actually came into my home, with my 4 little kids running around in jammies and eating donuts while I'm making 30 coupon books, to complain that the responsibility was too much and she needed to resign!  I later complained to Kurtis that I feel her integrity is faltering.  If you decide to do something, be commited to it!  Don't give me excuses that it's hard or that you don't know how to do it. Yeah, it's hard!  Yeah, it takes time!  Yeah, you often do not see the rewards but your name is on the line!  Your reputation, your dependability, your integrity is on the line!  Are you going to MAN UP and do what is asked or are you going to give me every reason in the book why you can't do simple tasks...and yeah, sometime the hard tasks too.
Second example comes from my most recent calling.   A calling is something that us Mormon people do.  Our church has no paid leaders.  Every thing is volunteer, including our Bishop (which the equivalent of a minister).  So I was "called" to be Cubmaster.  Now, my mother has asked me repeatedly, even once today, if I could say NO to the calling.  The answer is yes, I could've said no but why?  Was I not willing to put the effort in?  My integrity was on the line.  Am I a woman of my word?  When the Lord says "Greta, I'd like you to do this.  It is a lot of work.  It will be hard and at times, you will not like it.  But will you do it for me?  Will you put in the effort b/c I, your Heavenly Father has asked this of you?  I will even promise you blessings if you say yes.  Not to mention, how your sons will benefit from your efforts.  And how you will be an example to others to do the hard, not fun, sometimes stinky jobs."  So I said yes and have found myself in a constant state of worry, busy-ness, and need to do things.  And sure I could only put in the required work but why do that?  If I'm going to do this, I want it to be done with all of my being, all of my heart, all of my sweat.  So I find myself cutting and sewing 20 mother's lanyards for the Blue Gold Banquet in Feb.  Could I have said "that's too much work?"  Yeah, but when I'm done making these dag-gone things, I will be proud of myself.  I will know I did my best, my all, my heart.  And that will mean something to someone, even if they don't say it to my face. 
So as I sit here, and grumble and gripe and ask myself "why are you trying so hard?", I'm reminded that this is who I am.  I'm not one to do something half-hearted or with a minimum of work.  I'm all in, feet first, yelling YAHOO! at the top of my lungs.  And I hope that someone, somewhere notices that I AM committed.