If I had do-overs, I would learn to take better care of myself at a much younger age. I was always the responsible one, the industrious one, the do-it-all one, and don't remember any joy, because it was never enough. In my family, getting a B grade was considered failing. I would have called a halt and learned that my self-worth didn't come from pleasing everyone else and neglecting me. I'm still working on unlearning the lessons I was taught.