“Jaime, you might actually be getting smarter,” said my mom when I informed her that I’d declined a request to volunteer on a rather ambitious project. And by god, she’s right - I am. I’m getting smarter by being more selective and discerning about how I want to spend my precious life force. I used to say yes to damn near everything - down for whatever, a team player, your go-to gal and involved in more things than I could ever successfully manage.
If I could be a full-time philanthropist and volunteer, I’d be proper-stoked, but until I become someone’s little trophy-wife baby-girl, I’ve gotta play the game like everybody else. Rich Dad, Poor Dad author Robert Kiyosaki said, “Don’t waste a good mistake… learn from it.” I wholeheartedly agree, which is why I’m refining the magical, mystical and fantastical art of saying
I’m a bit surprised by how much I’m enjoying pop singer Meghan Trainor’s new hit, NO. It’s become a little mantric jam of mine and is filling my soul with a powerful sense of autonomy, sovereignty and mastery over my most treasured resource… time.
My name is NO
My sign is NO
My number is NO
You need to let it go
What happens when I say no? I create space, and in that space I can breathe, and with that breath I can move around in my own life and grow my own dreams and thoughts and wants and wishes. It’s delicious.
In The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing, author Marie Kondo prompts us to take an inventory of the things in our lives and ask the simple and profound question: Does this bring me joy? I’ve been ransacking my house lately, holding up jewelry and clothes and art to test them against the joy-o-meter. Holding them up, the answer I most often receive is NO, NO, NO… I need to let em go, so off to the clothing swap, free box and thrift store they're ushered. The rush I get from hucking joyless trifles atop the give-away pile in the garage is sublime, trumped only by the $45 placed within my outstretched hand as I transfer over a mirror purchased at a thrift store ages ago. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Refining the art of saying NO is like having a magical key to pick the lock of my freedom. Just today I turned loose a substantial commitment that was no longer filling my cup and was instead dragging heavily at my flow. With authority, I said NO, and in the utterance of those words, my spirit sighed… YES.