While reading a Freshly Pressed post this morning called “Why little black books instead of phones and computers” by Jake Seliger, I noticed that I usually have a little notepad by my laptop at all times. If it’s not a notepad, then there are post-it notes, little pieces of paper, and ideas and thoughts written out on old bills. I find that writing down my ideas at times where I can’t actually do something about them is a way of clearing my mind of all the little things I’m thinking about at all times.
I do have a Blackberry playbook to write a few ideas down on, but there is something much more personal about taking out a pen, opening the book (or taking out a piece of paper) and writing it down yourself.
So, today, I opened my notebook, going through all the ideas for posts I had and I was supposed to grab my morning cup of joe, sit at my probably-about-to-break-down laptop, and write a post. I was ready, excited, and thoughts were running around my head like a clown on fire. Only….my phone rang.
The Darth Vader theme song played loudly from my cellphone downstairs (it’s rare that I keep my phone on me every second of every day – I’m not one of those people who are chained to it day and night) and I knew it was work calling. Yes – my cell phone’s ringtone for work is the Imperial March. I had just missed the call so I called them back. They needed me to work today.
I sighed. All my hopes and dreams of finally sitting down and taking my time to write a post on my morning off fell through the roof.
I feel sad, knowing that I’m going into work instead of letting out my creativity, happy that I’m helping someone out, but oh – how I wish that my day could have gone as planned. That’s life I guess.
But, inspiration did hit me after showering and getting myself to look half decent for work. I realized that I have a really hard time saying no. When work calls and they need someone to come in, I literally feel sick to my stomach if I say no. Or even maybe. So I think I’ll be writing a post about that. ”Learning to say No”.
I’ll write it down in my notebook for later. Now, I have to get going.
No. The word that is a sentence by itself, yet so hard to say. Sometimes it needs to be said.