I am learning to say, no.
In fact, I am always learning to say, no.
Why is it so hard?
Saying no is part of how I am setting boundaries for myself.
Saying no is how I am taking care of myself.
Saying no is how I am preserving my sanity.
Tomorrow I have two events at the same time: my son’s virtual parent-teacher conferences and a math professional session for families. The latter is not led by me, but I was going to host it online for parents and guardians. It is an easy decision, really. My son comes first. Yet, I was trying to figure out how to do both. I was thinking that I could have two devices running – one with the math livestream and the other for my son’s conferences.
I know. I know.
Fortunately, I stopped myself before doing anything I would regret.
I let it go. It feels good.
Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. A weight I placed there to begin with!
I will focus on my son’s conferences with his teachers.
The fact that I was even considering doing both simultaneously is why I have felt constant overwhelm and frustration.
As I examine my choices and priorities, I am forcing myself to make decisions that privilege what’s important to me. What matters. What keeps me from tearing my hair out. What keeps me on a joyful path.
It’s really a no brainer, but I am embarrassed to admit that it has taken me years to realize this and then many more years to act on it.
I am a work in progress.
Cross posted to the Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Story Challenge.