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Learning to Say No

November 10, 2017 by Tess 4 Comments

I have absolutely no skill when it comes to saying no. How is it that I never managed to acquire this ability in the last 37 years? Well, this really shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone given the name of the blog, but I’m a functioning introvert. I’ve suffered from low to moderate social anxiety for as long as I can remember. I often have to put a knife to my own throat to go out, even when I’m looking forward to something. Once I get there, I warm up, but I need to recharge afterwards. My ideal evening is spent with my nose in a book or watching something from my Netflix queue. But now I find myself busier than I’ve ever been in my life and I’m struggling.

The political climate of 2016 compelled me to act. I woke up after Election Day in a black, desolate mood. As the days passed, that despair transformed into helplessness, frustration, and finally anger. I needed a way to burn through that fury, to transform it into something meaningful. But how?

I’d never been involved in any political or social activism. So, I joined every group I could find. My typical week went from going out once or twice max to being out every single night of the work week and all day on the weekend. I was organizing, putting events together, making phone calls to strangers (which I absolutely loathe above nearly all else), speaking to crowds, canvassing for the local branch of the Democratic Party, and heading up various local initiatives. Once you become known for showing up and working hard, people tend to call on you to keep doing it, and when there’s so much that needs to be done, you find yourself volunteering and allowing people to set as much as they’d like onto your narrow shoulders. You feel accomplished, but weary. This rush of frenzied activity causes chronic overextension, which exhausts you in a way that even a string of good nights’ sleeps cannot fix.

So, what’s to be done when you want to create as much change as you can but also don’t want to perpetually feel like sinking into bed and pulling the blankets over your head until everyone forgets you exist?

Over the last 12 months, I’ve come to realize that the answer is balance. Don’t accept too many projects and leadership roles. Make a list of priority items and decide how much work you can do without driving yourself insane. Take the recharge time for yourself that you desperately need. Don’t allow anyone to make you feel guilty for saying no.

Have I mastered any of what I’ve just suggested? Oh, hell no. Not even close. But I’m learning as I go, because I’ve never done this before.

During a protest early last year, I saw a sign that read: It’s so bad even introverts are here. I had to laugh at that because it’s true. We’re uncomfortable, but we’re here. Just don’t be surprised if you see us running away from you in a parking lot or something. No offense. We’ve just reached the limit for socializing that day…

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Comments

  1. Karen Moser says

    November 25, 2017 at 11:44 am

    Love this essay, and as an older introvert, I can completely endorse both the sentiment and the solution. We can work outside our comfort zone (I had to do it for my job) but do need recharging time.

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    • Tess says

      November 25, 2017 at 4:13 pm

      Thanks for reading, Karen! People are often surprised to hear I’m an introvert, as I’m not an agoraphobic hermit. But the need for recharge time is real! I just have to get used to taking that time without feeling guilty over it…

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  2. Holly Herrmann says

    November 28, 2017 at 2:58 pm

    I’m right there with you, Tess. I have also never been an activist, but was absolutely appalled when Trump got elected, and felt a compelling need to do something … anything! So I joined every group I could think of, and started going to meeting. Alas, I quickly realized as a closet introvert that activism is way outside my comfort zone and definitely not my forte! So I participate mostly from the sidelines.

    In an interesting twist of fate, in the process of failing miserably at becoming an activist, I actually stumbled across my true passion. At a NOW meeting a few months ago I was speaking with several women who are involved in the Guardian ad Litem program, something I had never heard of. Once they described to me what was involved I literally felt my heart leap! I had looked into volunteer opportunities previously, but never found one that I felt was a good match until that moment. I researched what was involved in becoming a Guardian ad Litem, submitted an application, got accepted into the program, and went through the training. I am now the proud Guardian ad Litem for 2 pre-school age children, and I’ve never felt more fulfilled. So while my original goal was to become an activist, I’ve become a volunteer instead, and I couldn’t be happier!

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    • Tess says

      November 29, 2017 at 4:15 pm

      That’s so great that you were able to find your passion! We all have a role to play in making our communities better, and volunteering is critical, as the impact is immediate. I have met so many amazing people who are part of the Guardian ad Litem program. It’s really great that there are folks like you willing to step up and advocate for these kids in need.

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