(We’re kicking it old school up in herre. Flashing back to some oldtimeMiz.)
You read that post title correctly.
Even *after* our lovely ramble about consistency Im gonna urge you to quit.
What started my musing on quitting was when we paused to review our goals & chatted about how it was, perhaps, time to cross a few off our lists.
Goals we’d achieved and goals we’d decided no longer applied.
Whether it was the fact we’d vowed to run our first 5k and realized we (the royal) thoroughly detested running or that we’d promised to start doing weekly Pilates classes and found that it simply was NOT in the budget—–some of our goals were crossed off not met.
And you know what? that’s ok!
It all reminded me of my then boyfriend, Renaissance Man, and my experience with kayaking (*here* is where you may wanna grab a protein-rich snack & a water bottle and settle in for a while…).
We decided to take an outdoorsy vacation and *finally* learn how to kayak. Both of us had longed to learn for a while and one of us (ok, me) thought she would be AMAZING at the sport.
One of us thought this even though she knew her gifts were NOT in the sport realm nor were they in her ability to pick up physical skills quickly.
Regardless, she thought she’d be FANTIZTASTIC and the star of the class (yeah, you see where Im going here…)
We arrived at our beautiful destination so excited to get started. Couldnt wait. Barely slept the night before kind of thing.
And then class began. Day one of a five day course.
Day one of what CLEARLY appeared would be a five day suckfest for both of us. (I love you guys so Im giving you the short version. Dont thank me—email WW magazine and tell em to hire me as a columnist).
Renaissance Man? He didnt excel at the roll.
Me? I didnt excel at any of it and, as is oft my experience (someday Ill tell ya about my golf lessons), because I *appeared* to be athletic my lack of skill irritated our instructor. I think, with hindsight, she thought I was
fucking around being silly—-but that’s a post for a different day.
At day’s end (and more than one nearmiss with regards to getting stuck mid-roll and drowning) my amazing thenboyfriend looked at me, laughed, and said:
We outta here?
And Im certain I dont need to tell you guys that I didnt miss a beat in giving him a FO’SHIZZLE.
My point? Not just that we’d wanted a fun vacation and were happy to chalk it up to money lost/lesson learned in order to save our remaining few days.
Life, all of it from the job you work to the relationship youre in to the outdoorsy vay cay you take, should be about making you feel better about YOU.
Setting yourself up for success and, most importantly, being self-aware enough to realize when something truly is a futile effort & knowing when to switch paths (nope. I didnt say quit).
I often hear people say “I hate running but…” or “I do yoga because it’s good for me but I really cant stand…”
My response? QUIT. Sometimes that really is the answer.
It doesnt mean you dont immediately commence trying out something else (although I will admit that the (fingerquote) something else (unFQ) Ren. Man and I tried out was a bed & breakfast)—-but, IMO, doing something youre neither good at (Hello, plummeting selfesteem!) nor enjoy some aspect of is never the answer.
MizFits? Agree? Disagree?
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