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Part 2: Without No, there can be no Yes.

I propose we spend a few minutes every day taking some time to PAUSE. Taking some time to reorganize ourselves.

I thanked the word NO, for giving me this much-needed solitude.

Asking the right questions might be most life-affirming favor we can do for someone. Or for ourselves.

My ability to manage the HOW I do things is the difference between feeling steamrolled by my life and feeling like I can (just) manage it.

Changing my position, giving myself, quite literally, a different perspective, tends to rattle something free in my brain.

Saying NO to the million tiny habits of body and mind that contribute to feeling diminished, to feeling like I can’t go on.

I kept catching myself lifting my shoulders, hunching toward my paper and holding my breath. Old habits die hard.

Sometimes the most “productive” thing to do is nothing. Productive of renewed energy, refreshed thinking, rediscovered enthusiasm.

Hunching over or puffing up are not benign, but are instead powerful information about what is happening inside our children (and ourselves)