Every time I find myself in an obsessive pattern of bettering myself, I am quite literally the most miserable version of myself.

My first taste of victimhood occurred when I approached Sarah, the Uber driver’s car, and she had kindly opened her trunk for our luggage.

We have developed a culture in which effort is considered a success, not only in parenting but in the corporate world. I do believe that this was born out of a genuine desire to be more positive, supportive, and encouraging than previous generations were thought to be. But have we taken it too far?