For most of my life I’ve rushed headlong into things. I’ve hurried and flurried about, trying to do all things for all people all the time. I say “Yes” far too often without considering all the ramifications of what I’ve just agreed to, and then sink into a pool of regret a moment later. I get swept up in feelings, most of them negative – anxiety, loss, sadness, insecurity. I busy myself trying to make everything perfect and make everyone around me happy all the time and mostly make myself unhappy in the process. I overreact to emotional situations and then resort to numbing behaviors to calm myself down.

How has it taken me 65 years of life on earth to figure out there might be a better way to live?