I like saying yes. Even when I’m not sure. Especially when I’m not sure. If it feels a little bit terrifying, that’s a pretty good indication that “yes” is a good idea. Some of my best adventures have happened because I said yes, even though I felt a bit panicked about doing so. Mt. Kilimanjaro was that kind of yes. Sailing in Greece. Kayaking with the orcas. Backpacking (for the first time in 20 years) last summer with my boys. Getting married. For a second time. I like yes. In fact “Say Yes” is a bit of a mantra for me.
So it’s been hard for me to learn the word no. I am good with saying no to things I don’t really want to do. But where I get into trouble is with the things I do want to do. There are times where I could be out at a social event four or five nights in a row. And when I could be in Vancouver for the weekend with my girlfriends. And I’d like to say yes. I am a girl who likes a good party. But I’m coming to realize that in order to truly make self-care a priority, I need to say no sometimes. And not only to too many parties.
In order to really take care of myself, and to make time for what is really important, I need to say no to late nights. No to sleeping away my weekend mornings. No to sugar. No to television. No to blow drying and straightening my hair every morning. No to shopping as entertainment. No (sigh) to wine.
And I need to say yes to meditation. Yes to time in nature. Yes to writing in my journal and on my blog. Yes to my curls. Yes to walking and hiking. Yes to yoga. Yes to exploring my artistic side. Yes to healthy food choices. Yes to time with Will and my boys. Yes to relaxed. Yes to content. Yes to calm.
It’s slow learning for me, but I’m realizing that I can’t do everything. I have to say no in order that I can say yes to the things that really matter.