This word started popping up in my art a few years ago, around the time when it started popping up more in my life.
For way too long I’d said no way too often. No to my art. No to self-compassion.
I thought it was a way to get stuff done, a route to the satisfaction of achievement, which would lead to happiness. Instead I found the opposite.
The route to joy is yes. Which often requires us to say no, but isn’t that the irony of life?
Where can you be a better bodyguard to the big yesses in your life?