I saw the problem.

At least, that’s what I called it.

How I identified it.

It was waving at me.

Daring me.

Inviting me in.

I started reaching for my tools.

My words. My strategies. My fixes.

Then I made the mistake of asking.

What happens if I don’t do anything?

It’s a dangerous question.

It can lead to very scary answers.

Answers I don’t like.

Amazing when offered a free pass

I have to think about it.

Debate it. See if I am ok with it.

Ok with it?

Of course I am not ok with it?

Can I live with it?

Live without action.

Pushing my delusion of control.

Trust theboss.

Or bet on me?

Seems like it should be simple.

It’s a miracle every time it happens.

I wanted to intervene.

To make something happen.

Every move was more about me

than about the problem.

That’s when I heard myself say it:

“No thanx.”

To see if it needs me

or if it resolves itself without me.

Sometimes the most aligned move

is no move at all.

Inaction is an action.

That’s what No Thanx means to me.

Intentional inaction.

The trust to ignore a classy problem on purpose.