If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a doer. And a thinker. And a dreamer. And a bordering on compulsive multitasker. So deciding that saying yes to life should be one of my 2014 Practices to Enact wasn’t really a stretch at all.
Life has gotten pretty crazy as of late, largely because I say yes. To everything. I say yes to my amazing queer book group, and the queer board game group that has emerged from it. I say yes to volunteering at two different book related places, and yes to moving my shift at the library because it’s better for their schedule. I say yes to planning – retreats, summer bike weeks, local food asset maps, you name it. I say yes to BUYING MY HOUSE, even when it is thrust upon me, rather than a process I have actively chosen to begin at this particular moment in time because I am financially and socially stable.
I love saying yes. But I have a problem. I rarely say yes to myself, yes to sleep, yes to hours straight of reading a fabulous novel I picked up from the library, yes to watching a show on Netflix that only I want to. I set aside a handful of minutes to sew together a couple of quilt squares or to work out at the YWCA, but it’s scheduled time, planned time, MANAGED time. Not relaxation, truly. Thus I am not doing justice to myself, or my practice to enact, for wholly saying yes to life necessarily must also mean saying yes to calm, to contemplation, to slowness at times.