But I’m assuming that it’s about saying “yes” more often.
I’m all for saying yes.
Yes to a date with my babe, a spur of the moment hike, HH with a friend, &/or to skydiving on a random Saturday ( << ya, so this happened ).
Yes can be really F-ing great…if it’s the right situation.
Lately though? I’m learning the power of NO.
N.O. No. N-O.
As in cutting anyone or anything that’s poisonous from my life. I’m done with negativity. And I think that comes with maturity & becoming an adult.
I’m saying no to things I maybe would have awkwardly, uncomfortably agreed to when I was teenager.
Saying no can be declining a wedding invitation from someone you haven’t heard from in ten years ( I mean, honestly? If you haven’t spoken to someone in ten years it’s not necessary to send a wedding invite. Save the paper. Sorry I’m not sorry ).
Saying no can mean staying in bed instead of getting up early to workout because you’re just F-ing exhausted.
Saying no can even be taking a Saturday night off away from texting/e-mails/etc. & turning all devices off to spend quality time with someone special.
Is anyone with me? Or am I being a nasty-ass, bitchy brat?
I mean, wouldn’t you rather surround yourself with positive, healthy people ( & situations—! ) that are uplifting as opposed to being around Debbie Downers?
Seems logical to me.
Oh, & naturally there’s one little sex kitten I can’t say no to…Pixy. Those big brown, perfect eyes get me every time.