Last week, one of my clients told me they thought they had “burnout.” Then they listed everything they had to do: The extra work project. The overly needy friend obligation. The thing they hate that they volunteered for…

I just turned 65. Which means I now qualify for senior discounts, mammogram reminders in a slightly larger font, and (if society has its way) an invisibility cloak for women of my age. But I’m not wearing it. Nor buying into society’s ageist nonsense. The truth is: I”m happier now…