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!