If the masculine, old nun with the multiple chins and the warbling vibrato from Sound of Music was here, she likely tell me that a closed door leads to an open window somewhere. Over the crunching of the fallen autumn leaves, it's getting too damn cold out now to have any doors or windows open but what if I was the one who closed the door? Intentionally. And with the kick-ass intensity that bordered on slamming it shut.
I've discovered that I have the door-closing ability to say "No". Ending unhealthy relationships. Leaving second jobs. Turning down offers to socialize, collaborate or take on extra responsibilities when it would be less-than-nourishing for me to do so. Where did this new skill come from?
Oh yes, out of necessity. Now I recall the utter exhaustion, the resentment and how my shoulders were constantly, rigidly crawling up toward my ears causing me to resemble a stone turtle, stubbornly not recognizing the reality of my overwhelming over-commitment to overworking. All over that.
So I've said "No". Now what?
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