A while ago I decided that I would say yes to more things. I set a simple rule. I could say no if it was something I hate (I’m not coming to strip your wallpaper), something I wasn’t available for or something that required me to take my clothes off and/or break the law.
I’m doing this for two reasons – left to my own devices I would moulder alone at home. I’m not the sort of person who tends to get invited to things (I’m not especially fun or witty, which doesn’t help). I also need to meet new friends (who might not mind that I’m not especially fun and might invite me to do things).
I’ve said yes to a day session about learning to code, I said yes to the Brownies, a theatre board, the symphony, farmers markets and now I’ve agreed to participate in a Christmas cooky exchange.
I am bringing shortbread. I was going to bring homemade butter tarts, but we are only allowed to bring cookies. Fine. Nana’s shortbread. Someone posted they were bringing chocolate chip cookies. Now, I like chocolate chip cookies. But, not exactly festive. Then there was the person who is bringing gluten free peanut butter cookies. I don’t begrudge the gluten free (and I’ll bring her a batch of gf shortbread – it’s easy), but, uhhh, peanut butter?
Maybe another rule. I think another rule. One that lets me be a bit more tyrannical.