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Sep 16

The Transformative Practice of Saying No

Before you get too far into this post, just know that I’m not so good at saying no. I’m working on it, which is to say that someday I hope to be an expert who says no to like 89% of everything.

The Transformative Practice of Saying No

Saying no is hard for many reasons. For me, I think it’s a combination of expectations people have for my gender, as well as the how I was socialized to be accommodating and flexible IN EVERY SITUATION. (That’s a whole blog post in itself, and I have a short story I’ve been working with on the subject. Suffice it to say that I haven’t worked through it all and I’m still figuring out how to tell people that I actually have preferences and opinions.)

Even so, I know that saying no is important because I want to have time to do what I want to do. Too often saying yes means adapting to someone else’s agenda for your time. And while there are times when you absolutely have to devote your energy to things you don’t want to, it really sucks when you find you’ve willingly devoted your energy (and the fucks in your bucket) just because you’re being accommodating and trying to help someone else out.

Picture this:

It’s Friday at 5 PM, and you’ve had a terrible week at work. You’ve agreed to go out for drinks with a few coworkers because it sounds fun, but also because it’s habit to say yes. By the time you leave the office, all you really want to do is put on your pajamas and talk to a pile of takeout Chinese about your week, but you go out anyway, because you said yes when you were asked.

You wind up staying out later than you planned, so naturally you sleep in on Saturday. But you still don’t get enough sleep because you told someone yes when they asked you if you wanted to the farmer’s market. While it’s not really your thing, you haven’t seen that friend in a while, and maybe it would be nice to have some local produce.

After looking at vegetables you don’t even like for two hours, you head home to work on a project. Someone contacted you about writing a story for their blog, and you said yes. Retrospectively, it’s nothing you really wanted to write, but you said yes without thinking, so you spend 2 hours on Saturday doing it.

After you send off a crap draft that means nothing to you, you take a shower and get dressed so you can go to a party that is full of people you used to know pretty well, but not so much anymore. You said yes to the Facebook invite, but the whole drive there, your head is screaming no. 

You leave the party by midnight, and hit the bed hard. There were ten personal projects you wanted to do earlier that day, but you didn’t get to them. And you know that you won’t be getting up early on Sunday to do them because you’re exhausted. Who the hell does that many things in one weekend? Fucking crazy people. You know you’ll wakeup around 7 Sunday morning, which will give you enough time to do a load of laundry and get groceries and maybe prep some lunches for the week before you have to go to Sunday dinner with your family.

So, that whole scenario sucks, and I can’t tell you how many weekends of my adult life have looked like that. It may sound dumb, but I’ve spent a lot of time saying yes to things that I had no desire to do. I mean, I’m an introvert. I like to spend time reading the internet on my couch while my dog snores loudly by my side. I like to coerce my boyfriend into having date night at home so we can have popcorn and watch a movie we’ve seen a million times before. I don’t like going to loud places, being in large crowds, spending money, or feeling like I never got a break when it’s my day off.

So, how do you go from saying yes and giving all your time to others, to saying no and filling your time with what you want?

Saying No Takes Practice

As dumb as it may seem, saying no takes practice. It’s hard to say no when we’re hardwired to be positive. (I don’t know if we’re hardwired, it just kind of feels that way.) Also, the things people ask you to do are generally good things. Even now, if you were to ask me to attend a party, I’d probably say yes out of reflex. Parties are great, right? Well, for some. The thing about parties is that I get a social hangover. I hate having to be “on” for a large group of people, and I hate situations where I can’t just have small one-on-one conversations. Those are very exhausting for me. So parties, for the most part, are a no-go.

One thing I’ve found that makes saying no easier is giving the recipient of my no an alternative. When I tell someone I can’t work with them on a project, or that I don’t want to go to a big happy hour meet up, I usually try to suggest something else. Like instead of working on a project for someone else, I’ll suggest ways we can collaborate that are equally beneficial. I absolutely work one of my goals in there too, so I don’t feel like I’m saying yes and getting nowhere with my own work. If someone wants me to go to a big party, I’ll make an excuse about why I can’t go, but ask if they want to go have coffee or lunch sometime soon.

It’s taken years for me to get here, and I’m not 100% perfect at it, but this is how I started practicing saying no.

How I’ve Been Saying No

I’ve been saying no a lot lately, and more preemptively than anything else. I’ve functionally become inaccessible to my friends, which isn’t ideal, but it’s how things have to be right now. I’ve hit a point where I’ve realized that if I have to give 8 hours a day to a job, then I should also be giving 8 hours a day to passion projects. And saying yes to passion projects means saying no to going out, to hanging out, and to even texting back and forth. (Though, admittedly, I’ve been pretty incommunicado since discovering this super simple phone hack.) I also find that I don’t engage with people who I know will ask me to do things. I get tired of saying no, and I know they get tired of hearing it and sometimes get mad. So, I will simply avoid situations where people can ask me to do things I don’t want to do.

I’ve also been saying no to extra work a lot lately. This semester, I’m only teaching 4 classes instead of 5. (“Only” being a relative term, here.) I’m also trying to be very purposeful about how I spend my non-working hours. This means saying no to Netflix binges unless they happen on the treadmill, and mindless internet wandering. Now, if I could only cut out the mindless Snapchatting, I’d be hella productive.

But Shouldn’t I Be Saying Yes?

Nope.

No, But Really

Why do we think that the whole world will open up to us if we say yes? I think pop culture and pop psychology want us to think that mindless positivity and acceptance of any and all invitations will lead us to a beautiful new life. But that’s really stupid. Seriously. If you say yes, you have to mean it. And to mean it, you have to want to say yes. If you don’t want to say yes, saying no is really the best answer.

And let me leave you with this. I’m sure you’ve heard someone say, “Saying yes to something means saying no to something else.” Think about that the next time you say yes to anything. What are you saying no to? And if you’re saying no to something you want to do, then is it really worth it so say yes?


06
Sep 16

Guarding the Fuck Bucket

I realize “fuck bucket” may offend some. I’m also well aware it’s often used a derogatory term for a woman, but I’m taking that phrase and turning it into something else. I’m reclaiming it so I can talk about the amount of energy we have to deal with life. So if you got to this post thinking it was going to be closer to the Urban Dictionary definition, then you may want to leave.

Guarding the Fuck Bucket

You may also want to leave if you’re simply offended by the word “fuck.” I get that. You’re not alone. Plenty of people don’t like curse words. However, curse words are my love language. So, if you don’t like how many times I use the word “fuck” in this post, feel free to not read. I won’t apologize for saying fuck though, because soon you’ll see exactly how many fucks in my personal bucket that I have to give on that score. (Spoilers: It’s none.)

Curse words are my love language. Click To Tweet

Now that all the disclaimers are out of the way, let’s get down to business. How did the fuck bucket come about?

“Look at all the fucks I give!”

We’ve all said it before, or perhaps a more PG version. Basically, we hit a point where we acknowledge that we simply cannot care about something because we’ve hit a wall. That’s when we acknowledge that we don’t have fucks to give to a particular thing.

This is because everyone has a very specific amount of fucks they have to give to any given situation. It’s like a budget, if you will. We know, generally speaking, what we will encounter during the day. We tend to save our fucks and expend them on things we know we will have to give fucks about — paying bills, our friends and families, taking care of ourselves, home repairs, grocery shopping, etc. We also have some discretionary fucks to give for extracurricular things like office gossip, our favorite Game of Thrones characters, and which people from high school have blocked us on Facebook for no good reason.

For the most part, we allot our fucks subconsciously. We know we have to care about certain things, thus we care about them by giving them the majority of our fucks. Then, whatever we have leftover goes into our discretionary fucks. Sometimes you will have to spend more or less than you usually do, like when a family member gets sick or when you watched “The Red Wedding” episode of GoT. But generally speaking, the amount of fucks you give remains relatively constant.

Sometimes, however, something happens and we realize we don’t have enough fucks to give. For me, that happens when I don’t think about how many fucks I’m giving on things I didn’t budget my fucks for — like when your coworker becomes emotionally needy and wants to complain to you for an hour, or when you attend a large family get together.

So how do you ensure that you always have enough fucks to give?

Enter the Fuck Bucket

Everyone has a fuck bucket. It’s the bucket where you keep your fucks. Some people have gigantic 5-gallon Home Depot bucket for all their fucks. Others have those little tin novelty buckets you can get Michael’s to stick some Easter candy in. Your bucket size (mine is a good, sturdy Sterilite mop bucket with a spout in case I find myself needing to quickly pour out my fucks) determines the amount of fucks you have to give at any time.

Everyone has a fuck bucket. Click To Tweet

For me, I don’t have the smallest bucket, but I also don’t have the biggest. Like most fuck buckets, I have just enough to get me through the day comfortably. Sure, occasionally that bucket runs dry, and sometimes my fuck bucket runneth over. But generally speaking, I know with relative certainty how many fucks are in my fuck bucket at any given time, and how many I have to give for any given thing.

Lolrus and his fuck bucket

If you find that you’ve been running out of fucks pretty often lately, it might be time to take stock of your bucket. By looking at your fuck bucket budget, you can see where you’re expending the most energy, and where you can make some changes.

My Fuck Bucket Breakdown

My fuck bucket breaks down into the following categories:

  • Family (this includes Chris and my dog, Rosie)
  • Work and blogging
  • Writing and reading
  • Spending time at home
  • Discretionary fucks (yoga, social media, gossip, shows on Netflix, clothing, YouTube makeup tutorials, photography, cheese fries, etc.)

I also made this breakdown to show roughly how I allot my fucks:

This pie chart illustrates how I allot the fucks in my fuck bucket.

Your fuck bucket will look very different from mine. In fact, all fuck buckets should be different. And don’t try to give your fucks where you don’t want to. That way lies madness. Let them fall where they may. But if you find yourself running out of fucks, there’s only one thing to do.

Don't try to give your fucks where you don't want to. Click To Tweet

Guarding the Fuck Bucket

It’s easy to give fucks where you shouldn’t. It’s much harder to think critically about where your fucks are going and how you can stanch the flow. The first step to guarding your fuck bucket is to make sure it doesn’t run dry. And to do that, you have to stop giving fucks where you shouldn’t.

Right now, I’m sure you have something that’s bugging you, something that’s taking up your time, something that’s taking fucks away from something else. Think about that thing. Do you need to give a fuck about it? If it’s a leaky faucet or if your dog just puked, then unfortunately you do. But if it’s something that, in the grand scheme of things, you can avoid with little to no consequences, then fuck it. (Which is not a way to say that you should allot fucks to it, but rather forget about it.) There are infinite fucks in the universe, which means that someone else can generally give a fuck about the things that you can’t. Don’t give your fucks on things that you don’t have to.

There are infinite fucks in the universe. Click To Tweet

The second thing to do when you need to guard your fuck bucket, is get yourself out of situations where you have to expend fucks that you don’t have. You wouldn’t continue to pay for something you can’t afford, so why would you continue to spend fucks you don’t have? Getting yourself out of situations may sound big, but it can be really small. In some cases, it may just mean avoiding an intersection that bugs you, or not going into the break room when a specific coworker is there. Of course, it could also be big. It may mean quitting a job or getting out of a relationship.

Whatever it means, you have to do what you have to do to guard your fuck bucket. So, take a look at what’s in your fuck bucket, and where you spend the majority of your fucks. Think critically about where the fucks are going. Reset your fuck budget to balance your fuck bucket. Because at the end of the day, you’re the only one who can.