I felt like I “deserved” a vacation: The thought of hanging back in the city, alone, while my friends frolicked on the beach had triggered my FOMO, or Fear of Missing Out, thus overpowering the logic that I should simply have said, “No, thanks.”
I never thought of myself as a competitive person, until I realized I was constantly comparing myself to the women around me -- and coming up short.
Last Saturday, my wild evening pre-game was centered around sticking my paw into a bag of kale chips and licking the crumbs off my fist like a bear as my friends did shots.
I'm a confirmed extrovert who desperately needs some tips on becoming an introvert for the sake of my sanity (and everyone else's).