If I could change one thing about myself, I would say "yes" more often.
I'm the type of person who says "no" without thinking. Ask me anything and my first response will be negative. I verbally close the door before anyone can do more than poke a head tentatively around the corner. In fact, "no" doesn't just close the door on an idea or thought, it slams the door. Hard.
I've always admired people whose first instinct is to say yes. I had a boss in college who believed it was always easier to say "yes" than to say "no." For her, it was. For me, not at all.
I know I've missed out on a lot of opportunities because I never even consider them. I've missed out on a lot of fun, I'm sure. And yet I can't help myself. I am cautious, and so is "no." It sounds like "whoa," and it has that effect. It slows progress or stops it in its tracks (some trains barrel toward you no matter what signal lights you throw).
"No" protects against change, against danger. No is safe. Yes is more reckless. It's like saying, "Guess." Saying yes requires that I commit to something with or without information. And I like information.
I don't think it's coincidental that "no" and "know" are homonyms. The less I know, the more likely I am to say "no." The more I know, the more likely I am to say "yes."
Wanna drink? No.
Want a soda? Maybe.
Want a root beer? Yes!
But I'm learning to work with my limitations. Just after I hear myself say "no," I reconsider. Do I know enough to decide? Are there possibilities beyond "yes" and "no"? Do I want to change my mind?
I wasn't always such a naysayer. In fact, I think I became one because I said yes too much. As a child and then as a young woman, I felt bound by other people's expectations. No was not a part of my vocabulary.
This meant I found myself trying to get out of plans I never wanted to make and commitments I hoped never to honor. I remember wishing I would get sick just so I wouldn't have to babysit or go out with someone whose company I really didn't enjoy.
Once I realized that saying yes created more problems than it solved, I learned to help people find alternatives (like, "I have a friend who can babysit, do you want me to see if she's available?") Eventually, I learned how to just say no. And I've been saying it ever since. The problem is, somewhere along the way I forgot how to say yes.
And it's worrying me.
Because the yay-sayers are happier, I've noticed. Especially as they age. My mother said yes to everything: Travel to Paris without my husband or children? Sign me up! Go back to school and become the first college graduate in my family? Enroll me! Move to Florida to recover from a broken leg? Why not?
As her child, I paid the price for her enthusiasm. My life was constantly disrupted by her wishes and whims. But as an adult, I hear her say -- now that she's in her 70s -- how happy she is and how fulfilled. She lived a full life and did most everything she wanted (including plenty she shouldn't have). In contrast, I have other relatives who, like me, are more critical and judgmental, more tentative in spite of our best efforts to remain open-minded. As they age they become more frustrated. After a lifetime of shoulds, we want to say yes, but we don't know how or to what or even when.
And perhaps that's the key. Instead of being a naysayer or a yay-sayer, it's worth learning when to say yes and when to say how and when to say maybe and when to say, soon or another time or "not right now."
No keeps life at a distance, it protects us; yes engages and exposes us. "No" is afraid of the future. Yes is a way of saying, I'm not sure what will happen next but I'm willing to find out.
So, the question is: Am I brave?
Hell, yes.
A version of this LifeFiles column originally appeared on about 70 TV station websites managed by Internet Broadcasting Systems.
Great post -- I'd just been thinking on how much I say no when I should say yes!
Posted by: Mme.P. | September 23, 2005 at 03:31 PM
Julie, I LOVED this post because (1) it inspired a post on my own blog, and (2) it reminded me of how lucky I am (being a nay-sayer myself) to be married to a yay-sayer. Thanks!
Posted by: Cathy | September 22, 2005 at 12:01 AM
Funny, I've had to learn to say "no" more often, in order to have time for myself. I thought that saying "yes" all the time was a sign of weakness!
Posted by: Melanie Lynne Hauser | September 20, 2005 at 09:10 AM
I liked this post so much that I linked to it on my blog. I hope that is okay with you.
Posted by: Michele | September 19, 2005 at 10:10 PM
Saying 'NO' is a good thing. I am one of those people who says 'yes' before thinking things through, just because i'm afraid i will upset someone. Over the years i have learned to say no more often, especially at work. But i still wish i was a 'born no sayer'.
Posted by: Zwiedawurzn | September 19, 2005 at 01:12 PM
Too often I've said yes when I'd rather say no, for fear of offending. One of the hardest things is to say "I don't feel like it." But that's getting easier. My best and truest answer is usually "I'm not feeling sociable."
Posted by: Terry | September 19, 2005 at 12:11 PM
Im a yes sayer.. you want ice cream? sure! you want to cut your hair? I dont care.
My husband thinks I need to get better at saying NO!
Posted by: heather | September 19, 2005 at 11:19 AM
I think I am a naysayer, too, despite knowing how draining it can be at times. In many ways, it's a form of self-protection for me.
For what it's worth, your blog entries always strike me as positive and open-minded!
Posted by: Suzanne | September 19, 2005 at 09:30 AM
I think you just helped me figure out my husband. Thanks.
Posted by: Shelley | September 19, 2005 at 04:32 AM
Great post. I used to say "no" to everything because I was so cautious. When I lived in Israel I met my friend,Charlotte,who was from Denmark. When she asked me one Friday morning if I wanted to go on a weekend trip with her and 2 other friends of ours I immediately said no. She asked why. For every reason I came up with,she came up with an answer.
Reason #1:My money is in the volunteer office and I can't get it til tonight.
Charlotte's solution: Go ask the volunteer leader if he'll open it at lunch instead of dinner for you.(He did,happily.)
Reason #2: I didn't have Sunday off from work.
Charlotte's solution: Go ask for it off.(I got it. Without any problem.)
Reason #3: I'm not packed.
Charlotte's solution: After work,I'll help you pack in time for us to leave.(She sure did!)
So,I worked through my obstacles which really weren't obstacles except in my mind,and I had the best time in Jericho with my friends. It was the first time I did anything on the spur of the moment and I have done it many times since then because of how wonderful that experience was for me.
Posted by: Robin P | September 18, 2005 at 07:54 PM