I used to think when someone asked me for help, I should always say yes.
After all, I take pride in being generous with my time and energy.
And when I managed to help, I could see how much it meant to them.
Oh yes, it felt good to be wanted.
Until it didn’t.
I was so busy fixing everyone else’s problems, that I ended up working late nights just to catch up on my own.
The next morning, I’d wakeup foggy, exhausted… and resentful.
Even toward people I genuinely cared about.
That was when I realised, every “yes” I gave away took time from something that mattered to me more.
So now I only say yes with intention.
When I don’t say yes to you, it doesn’t mean I’m being unkind.
It means I’m finally being kind to myself.
And I’m done feeling guilty about it.
Period.
