Yes.
It’s a word that feels safe. It’s a word that when we’re pressured might seem like a way out. We use it to please. We use it to placate. We use it to avoid confrontation. We use it when we really want to say no but our fear speaks for us instead. Boundaries are rarely set with a yes. Generosity comes from a place where we can comfortably say no.
We answer the telephone with it so often that thieves grab the sound of our saying it and spend it for their benefit. We use it as a question. We use it as a warning that an interruption had better be worth it. We sign contracts with it. It has been given the power to seal a lifetime and yet we toss it around like confetti.
When the devil asks for a soul, that signature on the dotted line is a yes. The same with the car loan that looks like a house payment and the new mattress that costs as much as a month’s rent. When the dealer asks if we would like another card? There’s already 2 Queens in front of us on the table. Yes is not always the best answer.
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