Saying No

So the other day I talked about not turning down things (ie: job offers) because of fear.

I went to sleep Sunday night ready to go into DC Monday and get this started.

I wasn't stressed out this time.

I didn't lose sleep.

I was organized, ready, and excited.

And then my meeting got cancelled because of a scheduling error.

And other issues came up.

And I sort of shook myself out of the haze of excitement that comes from being offered a job that isn't a desk job in a city that I love.

And realized.

Crap, this isn't the job for me right now.

So I said no.

And it sucked.

But I didn't say no out of fear which is new for me.

I said no after a bunch of heart-to-heart talks with my husband about how this job would actually work money-wise, commute-wise, schedule-wise, future-wise.

And other variables I won't put in a public blog.

And honestly, I've talked them all so much to death I can't really remember my reasons this morning.

But it's a no.

And I hate saying no.

Always.

Especially to things that are cool and possibilities and different.

And especially since at this point I probably will end up with a boring desk job.

But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

And at least I'll look cute at my desk, right?

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