Several years ago, I made a card that reads: "Recovering I-Must-Save-The-World-aholic: Please do not offer me a brink". Obviously, this six is its contraction. Why am I afraid of brinks? Because for too many years, I thought it was my duty to "save the day". No matter the perceived mundane or heroic circumstance. (Perhaps a causality of being an oldest child.) Often in this unnecessary process, I brought unnecessary grief to myself — and sometimes others.
I still carry my "none of my business" card. But it's a day-to-day journey for me to believe it's not necessary that I be the one to save the day. However . . . if I happen to determine I can rescue someone while also rescuing myself . . . out of my way, unnecessary Mighty Mouse!