“It’s always too soon to quit.”
Norman Vincent Peale (1898-1993)American minister & best-selling author, former door-to-door salesman
Thank you, BizQuotes! One of my favorite writers and a predecessor of another one of my favorites – William Sloane Coffin.
How true that is! There are a lot of things I’d like to quit. I’d like to quit working on this brief – I’m going to have to ask for a little more time before meeting with my colleague – just a day – and I don’t like that.
I’d like to quit working on some relationships – or non-relationships – that have me baffled beyond belief and grieving more than I ever expected I would be.
I’d like to give up on the idea of ever playing an instrument with any kind of competency – a dream in the midst of all I have to do to make a living.
I’d like to quit worrying about what and how much I eat – but that is a form of childishness.
I’d like to quit dreaming of that PsyD.
I’d like to quit a lot of my knitting projects that sometimes seem to be an escape from my “real” duties and obligations.
But I won’t. There’s an ornery joy in fighting the demons of my childhood, in fighting those still ever faint (and sometimes ever screamingly loud) internal voices that tell me I’m a fraud, how dare I, who do I think I am, I’m really just a loser, a moron, an idiot faking it as a human being.
I won’t quit.
This brief is a wonderful opportunity, and a worthwhile goal that will help two little boys.
This relationship – this person -is worth fighting, even dying for – or at least sticking around to be curious as to what’s happening next.:)
I can make the choice to practice. I can give up TV, even a little (gasp) knitting for something that fills my spirit with joy and sets my brain to order.
I will get healthier and let all setbacks be nothing more than temporary glitches in the big plan. Food will be put in its proper place! (God bless the Food Nazi – and she knows who she is!)
I can put into place a plan that will give me a new career and the ability to help others quell their screaming demons.
Knitting, too, will be in its proper place – a source of joy and a sense of accomplishment, neither guilt nor escape.
But I’m weak. I admit it.
God. Prayer. Reflection. Love.
After all, who do I think I am?
Back to work.