“Who expected you to be smart?” my therapist asked me.
This question came after I admitted how much my intellect mattered to me. It was difficult to confess, because, as much as I care about intelligence, I equally care about humility.
From an early age, I studied my older sister, and I wanted to be like her. She was sharp, and her sharpness was like a shield. I watched her wield power with knowledge.
But I didn’t turn out like my older sister. My sister’s brain power gave her confidence — she got married, had kids, bought a house, started her own company. My brain power made me frightfully aware of…