Saying No
I'm seriously considering saying no to alcohol.
No to sugar.
No to processed food eg in a packet or tin
No to time commitments that are compromising
No to things that make me feel uneasy or I just don't won't to do.
I'm inspired by this article,
This piece is part of a month-long Wanderlust and YOGANONYMOUS series about self-love.
I was 21 years old when I was given my “
dream job” at a prestigious travel magazine.
I’d been interning at the magazine for several months, living in D.C. and trying to adjust to the bustling, always “busy, busy, busy” energy of living in our political center. I wasn’t adjusting very well. I missed riding my bike around my old campus in Iowa City, taking creative writing classes at the Writers’ Workshop, and spending hours
journaling in local cafes and my favorite park off Washington Street. Life in
Iowa was slow, mostly blissful, and the way I lived felt creative and fulfilling.
So when I wandered into the editor-in-chief’s office for a random meeting he'd scheduled, I had no idea what to expect. He was a big, burly man who carried himself with a lot of confidence, and though I truly respected him, I also feared him. Frankly, he absolutely scared the shit out of me.
The minute he offered me the job I knew it was a "no" but instead I heard a resounding "yes" escaping my lips. I felt the effects physically—a pit in my stomach, sweaty palms, and a tidal wave of
anxiety. My body said
no but my mind argued.
“Four years in journalism school and you want to turn down
National Geographic?”
Not happening.
So I took the job, moved all of my belongings from Iowa City to Washington, D.C., and, to be honest, I learned a lot. I learned what I love and what I don’t. I fell madly in love with yoga, blogs, and traveling during this time. All things that have well
served me since.
Saying “yes” when I really wanted to say “no” (or even shout it from the rooftops) is something I’ve done countless times. I’ve said "yes" when I felt "no"—to relationships, jobs, and even sometimes coffee dates.
At the turn of the new year my
Instagram feed was full of
intentions, affirmations, and saying a big, resounding
YES to every adventure. But you know what my gut reaction was?
NO. A big, fat no. That "no" was going to be my word this year and that I was going learn to love this word... Hard.
I’m approximately 37 days into 2016 and I’ve said "no" to a lot of things so far.
I’ve said no to Facebook and deleted my account. Why? I always felt utterly drained five minutes into it and couldn’t remember why I opened my computer in the first
place.
I’ve said
no to alcohol because at 32 hangovers hurt and I’m getting up to some really big, fulfilling shit this year.
I said no to teaching extra yoga classes to focus on coaching,
writing, and digging into my own home practice.
I’ve said no to a few evenings with friends because I’ve just really needed to be at home and to feel grounded. And man, Netflix is so good lately.
How is
saying "no" (something considered negative) actually
self-love (something positive)? Well, when you say no to busyness, mindless scrolling, and
complaining, what are you saying yes to?
No gets such a bad connotation, but in order to truly know what lights us up and our non-negotiables, we must, must, must (!) know what we
don’t want. We can even feel our "yes" or "no" physically. Many people feel this energetically or often in their gut. Life coach
Martha Beck refers to this as “shackles on, shackles off” and encourages people to move toward what feels like freedom. What feels shackle-free.
What we nurture through self-care and healthy boundaries is what grows, and honestly, saying "no" is healthy for you.
According to
research from the University of California in San Francisco, the more
difficulty that you have saying no, the more likely you are to experience burnout, stress, and even depression.
So say "no" with gusto. Honor your boundaries and existing commitments and understand that it’s an offering of self care.
