The Cost of Performing Gratitude

Last year, a client called me from the frozen food aisle at Whole Foods.

"I'm having a panic attack," she said. "I'm buying ingredients for a dinner I don't want to host, for people I'm too exhausted to entertain, while pretending I'm grateful for the opportunity to do it all."

I could hear the freezer hum in the background. The store announcements. Her trying to catch her breath.

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