Shannon's Corner

  For most of my life, I wore availability like a badge of honor. If someone needed something, I said yes. If someone had a crisis, I rearranged everything. If a request came in last-minute, I made it work—even if it meant sacrificing rest, rushing through my own responsibilities, or pushing past what my body and heart had capacity for. On the outside, it looked like kindness. On the inside, it felt like depletion disguised as service. As a lifelong people-pleaser, setting boundaries didn’t feel natural—it felt selfish. Irresponsible. Even unkind. And the idea of scheduling margin? That was almost laughable. Why would I intentionally leave empty space in my calendar? How often do you feel the angst of constantly rushing, being behind, overcommitted, disconnected, or living out of alignment? When margin is missing, life doesn’t just feel busy—it feels  tight . The body tightens, the mind races, and the heart carries a low-grade ache that we often ignore because it’s become norm...