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On Embarrassment
Once upon a time, my embarrassment threshold was incredibly low. Everything was a potentially embarrassing moment. Toilet paper stuck to my shoe? Oh my god, how horrifying. Mother discussing my breast development with a friend? Agonizing embarrassment. Stinking up the office washroom? Death by embarrassment. Having something stuck in my teeth in public? Scarring embarrassment.…
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Make it so
I vowed to say, “No” more often this year. It didn’t turn out as I’d expected since I took on a few too many volunteer positions, and I’ve since backed out on many of those. I give in far too often and end up giving too much of my time and myself to others. That’s…