I grew up in a household where my mother wanted everything done quickly. As soon as dinner was finished, clear the dishes and wash them immediately. When the laundry was ready, fold and put away everything straight away. Now, in New York, everyone has a similar mentality – maximize efficiency at all possible costs, and not surprisingly, I fit into the picture pretty well. If I am not doing something I deem “productive,” I always feel as though I am wasting time and feel guilty about it. “Relaxing” doesn’t come naturally to me. Now I have a partner who enjoys dragging me to bed to rest, and it has been quite an adjustment. Most times, it is very liberating, and other times, I am lying there wondering what I could have been doing to “get ahead.” Why do I feel as though I need to deserve a break?