I never was the sporty type at school. It wasn't for want of trying, I was well aware that the sports teams were the fast-track entry to the in-crowd. It was more that, as one of the smallest in my year, I was often last-picked for netball, hockey, (the list goes on) and so I fell out with sport. Drama became my extra-curricular thing, with my bit-part in the school production of 'Oklahoma' the first time I tread the boards. (Front row, second in from the left: that's me. Yes, the small one!)
I remember watching in admiration as one of the 'big girls' playing 'Ado Annie' belted out "I'm just a girl who can't say no" to the proud parents in the audience. It's not quite so admirable now I am thirty-something 'big girl' though and still a self-professed girl who can't say no. Worry not, it's not a "feller gettin' flirty" that's my problem - no, it's that I constantly seem to be running half an hour late for my life! The final straw was a last-minute meeting that over-ran on the evening of my fiance's birthday. I simply take on too much and it's got to stop!
As far as I can, without a radical change in personality, it's a gentle goodbye to people-pleasing and hello to a new resolve to be more assertive.
It's a lesson Ado Annie could definitely have found useful - the minx!