I have to tell someone “no” today.
I’m not looking forward to it.
What makes it worse, is that I know this is going to be the first in a long line of “nos” that I need to start delivering over the coming few weeks and months.
I’m a compliant first-born daughter; everybody’s big sister/surrogate mom. I want to take care of everything for everybody.
I can’t take care of everything for everybody.
I do this, in part, because I feel like I need to “buy my air.” I have to earn my space on the planet and in other peoples’ attention spans, by doing things for them. By solving their problems. Or by being funny or interesting.
I belong here. The price of my admission to Life has been paid in full. I just have trouble remembering that.
It’s okay to say “No, I’m sorry. I can’t do that for you.”