I've heard it time and time again, "Libby, you're too nice!" The phrase that makes me raise my eyebrows and uncomfortably chuckle, because the statement is usually thrown at me with the intent to say I'm doing something wrong. I'll admit, sometimes my kindness has me placing less value on myself and devoting more energy to keeping other people satisfied. It's not always a wise or healthy tendency, but I am a people-pleaser at heart and I don't think that will change any time soon. What I don't understand, is why kindness is treated as such a rarity. I don't hesitate to say please or thank you. I don't think twice about holding open doors (ok, that's a lie—sometimes it's hard to gauge how far away is too far away for me to be standing forever holding a door for someone). Of course I will give you a ride if we're going to the same place. It's your birthday and we're close...well duh, I'm going to get you a