One of the things I've found most difficult this year has been finding the line between self-preservation and selfishness. Many of my former SM friends – friends that were formerly SMs, not SMs who were formerly friends – warned me that I'd have to learn to say "no" before going abroad, or I'd be worked into the ground under a load of 76 hats of responsibility.
I fear I've taken the "just say no" a little too far. Then again, maybe I haven't.
Welcome to the battle raging in Jessica's mind.
When do I jump in? When do I say no? When have I crossed from preserving my sanity to hoarding my talents for myself?
Perhaps I should approach life at Maxwell in a different light: Just Say Yes. I've got a pretty handy Life Preserver who's looking out for the best interests of more than just Jessica. If I get rid of self and its ishness, He'll take care of the preservation. (Sans formaldehyde.)