Typically, I am a “no” person. “No, I’m going to stay home and watch Hulu tonight while I eat ice cream for a consecutive hour,” or “No I have to work early in the morning and don’t want to be too tired,” sometimes I even just go straight at it and say “No, I don’t want to do that.”
Regardless of my “reasoning,” more often than not, it’s just an excuse I hide behind to stay comfortable with what I know.
What did I do about it?
I’ve never been into committing to New Year’s resolutions or declaring any major life goals I won’t actually execute.
Primarily, this was because I couldn’t find that perfect thing to either really do, or completely cut out of my life. I love chocolate, I hate working out, and saying curse words is inevitable when you’re dealing with being in your thirties—those are the go-to options for people trying to turn things around, usually.
It was also because I never saw the point in participating. This is ironic because that in itself was me saying “no” to things again.
So, I decided I would try saying “yes” to things this year. This may not sound like a big, or difficult commitment, but for me, it is a huge step.
Now, when a sister asks me to join her for a drink at her favorite bar, I will say “yes.” If someone wants to go to a concert on a work night, I will say “yes.”
If a food I normally don’t like is presented to me, I will say “yes” and try it anyway.
I may not go jumping out of a plane or jet off to Puerto Rico tomorrow, but I would definitely consider saying “yes” more than I would have three months ago, and that’s an incredible feeling.
Turns out, life is worth giving a chance.