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“Nonessentialists say yes because of feelings of social awkwardness and pressure. They say yes automatically, without thinking, often in pursuit of the rush one gets from having pleased someone. But Essentialists know that after the rush comes the pang of regret. They know they will soon feel bullied and resentful—both at the other person and at themselves. Eventually they will wake up to the unpleasant reality that something more important must now be sacrificed to accommodate this new commitment. Of course, the point is not to say no to all requests. The point is to say no to the nonessentials so we can say yes to the things that really matter. It is to say no—frequently and gracefully—to everything but what is truly vital.”

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Book:Essentialism The Disciplined Pursuit of Less, Deep Work, So Good They Cant Ignore You 3 Books Collection Set
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Greg McKeown
Greg McKeown

Greg McKeown is a renowned author known for his focus on time management and personal efficiency. His work, particularly his book 'Essentialism,' has gained global popularity, offering readers practical guidance on how to focus on the most important tasks. McKeown has established a reputation for his concise and profound insights into the field of time management and productivity. more

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