That Dirty Little Word
Did I say that?
I did it again!
That dirty little word that keeps flying out of my mouth despite my best efforts to keep it from escaping.
Some how I forgot that I had set some time and space aside for myself. I forgot that I really needed a break. I forgot that I have to go all the way uptown when I really have to go downtown. I’m fairly confident that I’m going to be late for my original commitment.
I couldn’t resist the urge to be helpful. I hear a request and I start to salivate like a Pavlovian dog. How did this sickness develop? Was I extra nice to the other kids in kindergarden? I barely remember even going to kindergarden.
When am I going to learn to stop saying, “Yes”?