I’m really not much of a quitter. In fact, when I talk about my decision to leave the classroom, I like to say that I retired from teaching. I feel like it has softer, sweeter connotations for the life I left behind. But I’ve also never turned in a two-week notice without tears in my eyes¹—most definitely for fear of letting that supervisor down. Anyways, when I do find myself at a crossroads between committing to the bit or knowing when to quit, I’m deeply uncomfortable with

One thing about me is that I am a little sister to my core. It’s the energy I bring into every environment—for better or for worse. (Honestly, it’s probably mostly for worse.) I’ve always had older, wiser, cooler big sisters showing me the way, and I’ve always been very comfy in my role as the one receiving all their extra help. I also never, ever want to be told what to do. There are trade-offs to this role. And I married somebody’s oldest son. Conflict looks interesting her

One of the great enemies of sitting still is the inclination to try too hard to keep up. I don’t think this is a struggle for everyone, per se, but if you’re somewhere between a 6 and an 8 on the Enneagram scale, you might just feel me more than the rest of ’em do. When TikTok first came onto the scene, I swore I was too old for it. I was pretentious about it, too. It was just sooo Gen-Z, and I’m a millennial! (It’s nobody’s business that I only barely made the cut.) I held o