Being easy to live with is a strength until flexibility becomes your permanent role. This essay looks at the hidden cost of chronic accommodation in relationships, work, family, and everyday life.
Today is my 45th birthday. The age that seemed impossibly distant when I was twenty. At 20, I thought people in their forties had life figured out. I thought they knew what they were doing. I thought confidence arrived automatically with age. Back then, I thought life moved in straight lines. Study hard. Work hard.... Continue Reading →
