Selfish

It is that time of year again.

The smell of packing tape fills the air, crazy people are welcomed into homes, and worldly possessions are packed into cardboard boxes.

Yep, it's PCS season.

The Canuck and I are lucky. Our husbands were blessed with extensions allowing our families a third year in Italy. But nearly everyone else we PCSed in with is in the process of leaving.

I have decided that our third year in Italy will be my "Selfish Year."

I spread myself way too thin last year. I had a serious inability to say "no," and in incessant need to chomp at the bit every time a sentence started out with "We need some to volunteer for..."

This year I will not fall for the flattery of being the "go-to girl" the "wealth of information" or the "woman who can make things happen."

I have already starting practicing my answer to "since you already know who to contact could you just handle this?"

"No, I'm sorry I can't."

It seems simple enough, right? Gosh, let's hope so!

No worries - I am not turning into a hermit. I am not shunning my friends. I am still willing to be by their sides for whatever they need at the drop of a hat.

I am simply taking more time for me and refusing to be simply everyone's beck and call girl.


 
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