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Just say NO

Remember when you went through the DARE program in fifth grade? Do images of bright T-shirts, free donuts and awkward officers flood your mind?

One thing an individual can never forget about the DARE program is the phrase "Just Say NO!"

We probably should never forget what the acronym stands for either but I found myself asking a nearby colleague (that also grew up in the 90's) just seconds ago...oops. For those of you that are like me and forget pieces of information that don't affect your daily life or well, affect you right NOW...it stands for Drug Awareness and Resistance Education. Don't you feel a little smarter just having read the first quarter of this 101st blog?

I don't need to be reminded to say NO to drugs (usually). I could however use a reminder from time to time to say NO to other things...like people. Why is it so hard for some of us to say that tiny two-letter word? I was recently asked the following question: Would you rather have someone's acceptance or approval? My answer: Both.(Then I followed it with a "Duh")

After taking a moment to think the question through, I decided there is a difference between the two desired words. Turns out, I'd rather have acceptance, and if someone won't give it (their own limitations obviously being the issue!) I'd settle for their approval. I got to thinking about all of this yesterday when I did it...

I bit the bullet.
I grabbed the bull by the horns (and I don't mean leaving my shoes out in the living room)...
I said NO! In most cases I don't even say the word. I usually use what I call an "Actually..." statement. It often goes something like this: "Actually I have to..." or "Actually I was thinking..." Actually is safe, No is scary. One day at a time, I'm improving my Just Say No skills.

Thanks DARE.


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Rowdy said…
the most dangerous three letter word is 'yes'
June 7, 2009 at 11:24 PM
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