I’m tired. My candle is pretty much gone.
Note to self: next time somebody asks you to do something extra, say no.
I’m off to Lynchburg VA tomorrow, via Charlotte. I’m worried about getting out of the house by 5 am. I’m worried about my connection. I’m worried about getting my wheelchair back in Charlotte. I’m worried about whether the lift they use to get you into a turboprop will be functional. If I wasn’t so tired, I wouldn’t be worrying so much.
I’m going to sleep on the plane.
Oh, and my shoulders hurt. I’m even letting people open doors for me.
Yeah, that ‘Yes’ gene is tough to supress. Damn chromosomes.
Obviously you need a Mrs OotFP injection. Whereas in child rearing I always looked for ways to get to “yes”, at 50+ I have become very adept at NO. No, thank you. No, I will not. No, that is not something I am going to do. No. No. No.
Sometimes, if I feel a bit wobbly, I say, “Well, I’ll think about it and get back to you if I will.” If they press further, then I have usually recovered sufficient gumption to say, “As of right now, my answer would have to be ‘no’.”
Wanna know something that surprises me? Anymore, I do not apologize for saying no. I have realized I am doing my supplicant a favor by being straight up, unambiguous, and not wasting their time.