I can’t be the only one to feel like the overabundant tree. I am unafraid to say ‘yes’ until I begin breaking under the weight and pressure of my obligatory fruit. The fruit may be good… but is it good for me? 

But what if, instead of punishing myself for not being able to do it all alone, I accept it? What would happen if I was vulnerable enough to allow my weaknesses to be shown? How would my heart feel if I opened my clenched fists instead of clinging to control?

In my opinion, there is nothing more painful than the family dinner immediately after scrubbing the kitchen floor. I use the old-school...