I have a problem.
I have chronic I-don’t-want-to-make-waves syndrome.
I don’t say no.
We live in Orlando. Orlando, the place where 30 bazillion vacationers come each year to pay homage to the Mouse, watch of a giant whale who can do flips, and visit the wizarding world that J.K. Rowling built.
So, once a month or so, we hear from friends and family who just happen to be popping in to town for a week of non-stop action. They want to squeeze in a quick visit or have a bite to eat. A lot of times, I’ve just said, “OK, what day is good for you” without a second thought, because I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. Or maybe I don’t want to be perceived as a hermit?
The thing is, we are.
It’s about October time. October traditionally is the end of fun. The Lysol gets placed at all entrances, the hand sanitizer is a constant companion…sickness season begins. We try to keep as many germs away as we can.
I can’t say no.
I will, though.
I’m learning. I’m quietly changing my heart. I’m learning that saying “no” does not mean that I’m a bad person, or that I don’t love my friends and family. It means, that I can’t do things the way society wants me to. And that’s OK.
It’s a work in progress…
Do you say no? (if you do, teach me!)