When to Quit

No, I’m not about to say never. Throughout the beginning of my adulthood, I felt an urgency to make things happen, to get things going, and to start living. But the issue was, I wasn’t doing any of those things. I was thinking about how I couldn’t do those things, how I was going to be doomed to living until something happened that let me do those things.  After years of internalizing my stagnation and taking my lack of progress to heart, I realized I needed to try something different.

That’s when I quit. I quit the things that were no longer serving to help me advance as a human being, emotionally, physically, spiritually, and monetarily. It meant saying goodbye to my job, an organization I’d been actively involved in, people who simply were a struggle to keep in contact with, and my notions about where I should be in life at that moment. I considered life just as it was, and went with the “no Fs given” approach, and then all of the sudden, amazing things began happening. I found a book that got me to think positively once and for all, I started writing my own, and I started tolerating and then liking myself.

I started giving the things in my life the Maya Angelou test:

“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.”

I’m no longer allowing myself to complain without action. That means, when I find myself complaining, and it happens, I tell myself I either need to change my attitude or I need to change my situation. All else is wasteful.

So yes, I’m a quitter. I’m a quitter of things that give me a bad feeling, things that I find unethical and immoral, things that harm myself and others, things that bring me little sense of fulfillment. In that sense I’m a quitter, but quitting those things brings me and has brought me more than I’ve imagined.