The Year You Stopped Asking Permission There is a version of this that happens quietly. You do not announce it. You just notice, one ordinary Tuesday, that you made a decision, a real one, a job, a move, a haircut, a relationship, and you did not run it past anyone first. Not because you stopped…
Where the People-Pleasing Went: On Finally Being Unavailable for What Drains You There is a moment, usually somewhere in your forties, when you catch yourself mid-sentence explaining why you cannot make it, and you realize you do not actually owe this explanation to anyone. You have been the reliable one for a long time. The…
Monday Isn’t the Enemy Somewhere along the way, we made a villain out of a weekday.We treated Sunday night like a countdown to something dreadful. We joked about “the Sunday scaries.” We white-knuckled through Monday morning with too much coffee and a low-grade sense that we were being punished for having weekends at all.Here is…