So, as I find myself in this season of wrestling with my own limits and peeling back the layers of my own dysfunction, I’ve been thinking a lot about the hopes I have for my daughter. I want her to live in a world where she’s empowered to go after whatever God calls her to, while at the same time never finding herself trapped in the myth that doing life comes at the cost of her well-being. I’m not naïve enough to think that her career path will be significantly easier than mine or that the systems will all work fluidly for her. But I do hope that I can model how to resist dysfunction by permitting myself not to think I should do it all—especially at the cost of my own well-being.