There were a couple of reasons I was thinking about school yesterday. One of them is that one of my friends out here told us they are moving next month and the rest of the day I felt a little sick. It took me a little while to remember that it is the feeling of dread and anxiety I would get about big school projects and papers and tests when there was nothing about them. Yuck. I hate that feeling.
The other reason is that I have been trying the past few years to say “Yes” more. Yes we can have the missionaries over for dinner. Yes I can watch your kids for you. Yes we will be able to help with the service project. Yes we can go to the basketball game. Yes we will go camping next summer. Yes I will come look at your train track right now. Yes yes yes. Yes.
I think that while I was in school I got into the habit of thinking I couldn’t do things, that I had too much to do, that we lived too far away, that we had a small child, that we didn’t have a car. My default became, “No.”
But that is not the person I want to be and not the way I want to raise my family, so we are trying to say “Yes” instead. I know we can’t say yes all the time, but at least we are thinking about it, stretching ourselves, finding ways to serve people or to go new places and try new things. I am grateful to be able to make that change, to be more positive and optimistic and helpful and open. And I’m grateful for the ways it has improved our friendships and our family.