No. Such a short and simple word yet for some reason I find it very hard to say lately.
“But I say no all the time,” you say. “Why can’t you?”
Well I can. I like to think I’m very good at saying no, maybe even among the best.
Q: “Wanna go…?”
A: “No thanks.”
Q: “Wanna try?”
A: “I’m good.”
Q: “Would you like…?”
A: “I’m perfectly fine but thanks for asking.”
This is how it would go on many an occasion as I relentlessly pursued independence – individuality. Yet I eventually felt shortchanged. I’d been closing doors to opportunities, gifts and friendships because of my affinity to the word ‘no’. My friends and family felt the barrier I was putting up. I was essentially isolating myself. I had to learn to do otherwise. I had to learn to say yes, and like most things I put effort into I learned it really, really well… in this case too well.
Now we’re at the other end of the spectrum. My incessantly saying ‘yes’ has had a detrimental effect recently. It’s taken away my time and has slowly leeches part of my joy. I guess it’s time to take that back by saying what I used to say all the time when asked to do something beyond my means.