When I was in high school English class, I did a research project on Edna St. Vincent Millay. I don’t remember a lot about her now, other than that she was reclusive, didn’t care about fitting into social norms, and had a tragically short life. Her poetry is short and punchy, to the point. I memorized these verses, and they come to mind when I have said yes to too many worthy projects, but still find energy and purpose in them all.

My candle burns at both ends;
    It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
    It gives a lovely light!

Edna St. Vincent Millay