{"id":1103,"date":"2010-12-16T15:52:21","date_gmt":"2010-12-16T15:52:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/?p=1103"},"modified":"2010-12-16T15:54:54","modified_gmt":"2010-12-16T15:54:54","slug":"saying-no-and-sticking-to-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/?p=1103","title":{"rendered":"Saying no and sticking to it"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a target=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/images-12.jpeg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1104\" title=\"images-1\" src=\"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/images-12.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/images-12.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/12\/images-12-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Saying &#8216;no&#8217; at Church is a difficult thing. Not just for me. There is always, always, always guilt involved and sometimes, if I&#8217;m honest, people make use of those feelings in order to get others to do things that they want done.<\/p>\n<p>For many, many years I was in charge of flowers and decorations for my Church. I was kind of coerced into the job in the first place by someone I&#8217;m very fond of and couldn&#8217;t say no to. Flowers are something I can do &#8211; the quilters innate knowledge about balance and colour have always helped me there. But while I can arrange flowers perfectly adequately, they are not really my thing. At least they are in my garden, but I have a bit of a hard time getting excited about a formal arrangement (or at least about a formal arrangement done by me!).<\/p>\n<p>Over the years, the job started to be a real burden. I organized rotas, visited wholesalers, arranged for special events big and small, in memory of loved ones and for weddings. I made advent wreaths and organized a huge Easter flower festival every year. I spent too many Christmas Eve mornings driving around the local (crammed) supermarkets trying to find suitable flowers in the requisite colours (red and white) followed by several hours in a freezing church actually decorating.<\/p>\n<p>Christmas was always the breaking point. By the time I had finished and run home to prepare everything for my family I was generally too exhausted to make it back into the city for Midnight Mass (which was a clue that maybe I was just doing too much!) There was generally an issue after Christmas &#8211; when we are often away &#8211; and I could never find anyone who could dismantle everything and tidy it away. One year this resulted in me having to just leave the arrangements, hoping that they wouldn&#8217;t die too quickly, which of course they inevitably did&#8230; and I had to deal with an angry chaplain when I came back. I&#8217;m not going to go into why he couldn&#8217;t just move them out of the way if they caused so much offence&#8230;.just not going there, I&#8217;d never stop and you&#8217;d be here all day reading my rant!!!<\/p>\n<p>I spent a lot of time over the past few years trying to find someone else to take over the job. I asked people, wrote witty little ads in the church magazine, conversed earnestly with the Church \u00a0Council about the problem. You name it, I did it. And one day I just said no. It all felt like a weight on my shoulders and I couldn&#8217;t bear it anymore. So I wrote to the Church Council and resigned.<\/p>\n<p>They weren&#8217;t very pleased, but they had to respect what I said. There was a fair bit of muttering and the odd caustic comment and I felt guilty as hell. But at the same time, oh so relieved.<\/p>\n<p>And you know what happened? The very next week a nice retired lady volunteered of her own free will to take it over.<\/p>\n<p>And I thought we all lived happily ever after.<\/p>\n<p>Until yesterday.<\/p>\n<p>When she phoned me up to ask me if I would like to decorate the church for Christmas.<\/p>\n<p>I took a deep breath. I didn&#8217;t say what I thought, which was something along the lines of &#8216;are you completely insane? Why would I want to do that? I spent years getting rid of this burden. I am actually really enjoying not having to do the flowers this Christmas. And you&#8217;re asking me to do them AGAIN?&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>I very quietly said &#8216;no, I&#8217;m sorry, but I&#8217;m busy and I don&#8217;t want to do them&#8217;.<\/p>\n<p>There was a shocked silence on the other end of the phone.<\/p>\n<p>And I felt guilty.<\/p>\n<p>But I didn&#8217;t let myself to be talked into it. I stuck to my guns. I don&#8217;t want to do the flowers. Flowers in Church should not be arranged by someone with black, unwilling, resentful thoughts in her heart.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m still dealing with my feelings of guilt. But I also feel glad that I was brave enough to say no. I have done my time and I need a break &#8211; not just for me, but for my family too.<\/p>\n<p>But I still feel bad. A little bit anyway.<\/p>\n<p>Helen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Saying &#8216;no&#8217; at Church is a difficult thing. Not just for me. There is always, always, always guilt involved and sometimes, if I&#8217;m honest, people make use of those feelings in order to get others to do things that they want done. 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