This week, I quit something.
Not dramatically, not with fireworks—just a quiet text to a group of people I genuinely like, telling them I needed to step away from a project we’d been working on together. And let me tell you, hitting send on that message made my stomach drop like I’d just jumped off a high dive.
Because here’s the thing: I don’t say no easily.
I’m the person who says “Sure, I can squeeze that in!” while already drowning in deadlines. The one who agrees to help, to collaborate, to show up—even when my gut is whispering, “You don’t have the bandwidth for this.”
But this time? I listened.
The Slow Burn of Maybe
For months, I’d been dragging myself to meetings for this project. At first, it was exciting—new people, fresh ideas, that fizzy creative energy. But over time, something shifted.
I started noticing:
• The way my shoulders tensed up every time my calendar reminder popped up.
• How much time we spent talking about doing things instead of actually doing them.
• The fact that I’d started dreading Tuesdays because it meant another evening spent on something that wasn’t moving the needle for me.
Still, I kept going. Because I’d said I would. Because I didn’t want to let anyone down. Because what if they thought I was flaky?
So I did what I always do when I’m overcommitted: I worked faster, slept less, and quietly resented my own calendar.
Breaking Point
Then, I set a deadline for myself: finish the first draft of my novel by the end of the month. Suddenly, all those “maybe” hours became precious. I did the math—50,000 words in 30 days—and realized: I can’t do both.
That’s when it hit me: Every time I say “yes” to something, I’m saying “no” to something else.
In this case, my “yes” to the group project was a “no” to:
• My novel
• My sanity
• The quality of both projects
So I took a deep breath and sent the text.
What Happened Next Surprised Me
I braced for guilt, for awkwardness, for disappointment.
Instead? Total understanding.
Within an hour, replies came back:
“No worries at all—go crush that book!”
“We’ll miss you, but totally get it!”
All that anxiety, all those imagined scenarios where I was the villain? Pure fiction.
What I’m Learning
1. My gut knew before I did. That “ugh” feeling? It’s not laziness—it’s data.
2. Other creatives get it. We’re all fighting the same battle with time and energy.
3. Saying no isn’t selfish—it’s stewardship. Of my time, my creativity, and the work I care about most.
I’m not suddenly a “no” guru now. I’ll probably still overcommit again. But this time, I’m trying to remember: Every “no” is a “yes” to something else.
Right now, that “yes” is my novel. Next time? Maybe it’ll be sleep. Or pizza. Or just... breathing room.
Ever been stuck in a “yes” you regretted? I’d love to hear how you handled it.
(P.S. Current status: 15,000 words down, 35,000 to go. Send snacks.)