I don’t know if I ever really learned the word no.
Not deep in my bones. Not in the way that feels safe and final and mine.
Now I’m living my life meeting things halfway, with maybe or maybe not. With a quiet kind of surrender. With go along to get along. With letting other people decide what I wanted, because that felt safer than choosing wrong.
I’m still learning what I want.
Still asking myself what I like, what I don’t like, what I’m curious about, what I’m done with. And some days, I don’t know the answers.
Because when your choices have been made for you for so long, by fear, by men, by trauma, by circumstance, it takes time to remember how to choose at all.
It’s not just about yes or no. It’s about me. Who is she? What does she want? What does she believe? What does she deserve?
I’m still meeting her.
Still rebuilding that connection, doing it gently, honestly, slowly.
It’s strange to be this age and still be asking, Who am I?
But maybe that’s the bravest thing I’ve ever done, not pretending I know, but letting myself find out if I’ll ever be able to say the word emphatically “no”.
Guy, your advice so resonates with me at this stage of my life. I always appreciate your wisdom and your sharing your thoughts and ideas. I hope you are doing well, my friend. Enjoy your wonderful journey.
Great advice. Thanks.
I don’t know if I ever really learned the word no.
Not deep in my bones. Not in the way that feels safe and final and mine.
Now I’m living my life meeting things halfway, with maybe or maybe not. With a quiet kind of surrender. With go along to get along. With letting other people decide what I wanted, because that felt safer than choosing wrong.
I’m still learning what I want.
Still asking myself what I like, what I don’t like, what I’m curious about, what I’m done with. And some days, I don’t know the answers.
Because when your choices have been made for you for so long, by fear, by men, by trauma, by circumstance, it takes time to remember how to choose at all.
It’s not just about yes or no. It’s about me. Who is she? What does she want? What does she believe? What does she deserve?
I’m still meeting her.
Still rebuilding that connection, doing it gently, honestly, slowly.
It’s strange to be this age and still be asking, Who am I?
But maybe that’s the bravest thing I’ve ever done, not pretending I know, but letting myself find out if I’ll ever be able to say the word emphatically “no”.
Maybe, Rose
You remind of the saying- No means Next Opportunity!
Well said. Good advice. I will definitely use this.
Lots of fabulous ideas and strategies!
Excellent advice. Thx, Guy.
Guy, your advice so resonates with me at this stage of my life. I always appreciate your wisdom and your sharing your thoughts and ideas. I hope you are doing well, my friend. Enjoy your wonderful journey.
In Spirit,
Greg