I was sitting in my then-therapist’s office one day, feeling exhausted and hopeless. Between mourning a break-up and constantly traveling for work, I felt like I’d been digging myself out of an ever-deepening hole of despair for months.
“When someone asks you to do something, how do you decide when to say ‘yes’?” she asked.
“If I’m not committed to something else at the same time, then I usually agree to do it,” I responded.
That was my only criterion: was I physically able to do it? If I was, I did it.
I was living in Washington, D.C. at the time where I was surrounded by other ambitious, overachieving twenty-somethings who seemingly never turned down an opportunity that might help them succeed professionally.
Feminism and Religion 