That I’m not a bad person if I decline an invitation somewhere, and that I don’t need a life or death excuse as to why I can’t attend. I’ve always thought if someone invites me to something, I would have no excuse not to go unless there was some kind of emergency. I have stressed myself out thinking of what to wear or researching appropriate host gifts or what I might need for the activity, even if it’s not something I wanted to do. I’ve known this intellectually for a while, but for whatever reason didn’t think it applied to me.
