

Fifty Shades of Stupid
Have you ever felt anxious when asked a question? You know, the kind of anxious that puts a knot in your stomach and a lump in your throat? The kind associated with “Can I borrow money?” “Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?” “Would you like to get your eyebrows waxed?” “Would you like to host a catalog party?” “Would you like to go for a ride?” Does your head scream “No,” but you smile, and say, “Yes, I’d love too?” For many years, I was a People-Pleaser. Someone w