- Would you speak at our conference?
- Can I pick your brain about this?
- Dinner out?
- We booked a chalet for the next weekend. Feel like skying?
Saying no is hard. It really is to me.
I don’t particularly love packing my luggage and take a plane. But I am willing to do it if I know I am gonna meet somebody interesting when I land.
Taking some time off to listen to somebody’s idea is not my best hobby. But when I spot that struggle, pretty much the same struggle that I had when I started, I am prone to say yes.
I love dinners, even with strangers, met a few hours before at a conference. We chat, we get acquainted, we build a relationship.
I like snow. The smell of it, the noise of the board that cuts it, when a friend of mine is sliding down the same slope, right besides me.
I had to say no. To all of that. It’s not easy. It bites me. But I am laser focused on my goals. And so I have to say no. Even if it bites. Saying no is one of the few ways that I know to make time.
It reminds me a bit of the times when I was a student. I had to say no to some parties, thrown the night before an exam. In hindsight, I didn’t miss anything, but at the time I felt like I missed everything.