I remember the day I became a “Yes” Man. I was living in South America, I’d just moved there. I was 20 – scared, young, alone, and had no idea what I was doing. I was natural go-getter, my whole life I’d been described as an “extrovert”, an “outgoing” girl, someone who grabbed life by the horns. And yet there I was, crying into my Vegemite as I listened to A Day To Remember on my iPod Nano. There was no comfort zone to retreat back to. The WiFi wasn’t good enough to stream online TV Shows. Skype wasn’t good enough to call home. And the only “me time” I had in the house was the toilet.

I remember being tired, probably jet-lagged; frustrated by the fact that I was basically living in an American sorority house, and just wanting to get through each day until it was time to…