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”?

Apparently, never.

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