I did that this weekend. Stepped back, assessed, and said (politely) no.
I do this so rarely, so twice-a-year tops, that is always shocking, even to me, when I step forward, boldly, to declare what it is that I actually want. Writing to my son, telling him the story, he wrote back, encouraging, as he does.
Sometimes you have to do what is right for you, he said. And if you can do it kindly, all the better.
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Yay! I hope you'll spend what time and energy and dignity you've gained on your creative endeavors! xo
Let's throw a party! I just ate pumpkin cookies for breakfast––that counts, I think.
Good for you. xo
Yes.
You have a very wise son.
At age sixty I began a new relationship with the word No. (May you do the same.)
Good for you!