Debunking the Old Martha

For years I believed there was something wrong with the way I was wired. As a go-getter, recovering perfectionist, and ultra-responsible person, I prided myself on meeting and exceeding expectations (as a wife, mom, friend, colleague). But I often fell short – missed the mark – and had a hard time extending grace to myself and others.  A constant critic voiced its assessment in my mind as I went about my day.  "You sure apologize a lot,” a friend observed. She was right. “I’m sorry” was often my go-to because I hated disappointing people or letting them down. I often