I’m not gifted in the art of saying “no”. I very rarely have the brains to say no. If I’m honest with myself it boils down to the fact that I carry around this monster in my heart called Pride and I don’t want anyone to think I’m not capable of doing something.
I feel that if I say no that someone will use excuses like I’m too young or too inexperienced or too immature or I don’t have the skills or (my favorite) that I can’t do it because I’m a girl (no one gets to pull the girl card on me except for me, dang it!) Or the even better ones, I’m selfish or mean or I’m stuck up and therefore I WON’T help anyone out but myself. So I say yes, yes, YES! and then my list of To Do’s is out the window and I have days like yesterday when I went to the bathroom and had myself a good little cry because I felt so entirely suffocatingly overwhelmed.
Needless to say, I’ve decided I need to work on saying “no”. And maybe deal with my pride as well, i don’t know. And possibly my people pleasing addiction. And my inability to convey my frustrations without crying. And my addiction to Dr. Pepper. Oh wait no, scratch that one, I’m ok with that one.
vintage romper (another find from Lori!)// Zara heels//Target Sunnies
linking up with Rolled Up Pretty, Becuase Shanna Said So, and The Pleated POppy!
I think my great grandpa would be proud to know we carry on his DP addiction. Whenever I have kids, I’ll make sure and sit them down and tell them all the family Dr. Pepper stories. I’m sure I’ll be adding my own to the family hall of fame.
