For much of my adult life, I’ve lived as a people pleaser. Despite raising five children and having the responsibilities that come with it, I’ve often felt compelled to accommodate anyone who’d ask anything of me, no matter the chaos it created or the strain it might put on my personal wellbeing. That is,…
One of the worries I have historically faced as a writer (both at this blog and elsewhere) is over what happens if I commit an opinion or idea to print that I no longer hold years later. It feels daunting knowing the world can forever recycle my old thinking even when I might have…