no

“No” is one of the first words we learn. And yet, it takes a lifetime to master.

There’s a particular power in refusal—

Especially when it’s calm, unapologetic, and spoken without raising your voice.

I’ve learned to say no without flinching. Without explaining. Without softening the edges to make others more comfortable.

No, I cant break protocol. No, I don’t share my talents for an hourly fee . No, I’m not interested in convincing you I am trustworthy of a deposit.

The truth is, every “no” I speak is in service of a greater yes. To my peace. My energy. My boundaries. My value.

The world has tried to teach us that we must always be agreeable, accommodating, polite to the point of self-erasure. That saying no is cold. That being unavailable is rude. That detachment is a flaw.

But I’ve found a different rhythm.

Saying no is not rejection—it’s curation. It’s how I protect what’s rare. It’s how I signal to the world that what I offer is not up for mass consumption… it must be earned.

There is something incredibly intriuging about those who know the power of no. Who offers a yes sparingly, but with full conviction. Who is not afraid to disappoint those who confuse access with entitlement.

I’ve never wanted to be everything to everyone. I’d rather be unforgettable to the few who understand restraint is its own kind of reward.