PRE-SOCCER GAME MONKEY BARS TIME!
I’m here to announce the Tornado has quit soccer.
And I encouraged it.
The thing is I’m a big believer in quitting.
A quit’advocate if you will.
A woman who’s BRAZEN enough to stand up and say she DOESN’T agree with the adage:
A quitter never wins and a winner never quits.
I also believe–and this is why I happily encouraged an 8 year old Tornado to quit soccer in a way Id not have at 6–quitting is a great deal like intuitive eating:
If we are wholly honest with ourselves we *know* if fear or laziness is motivating our desire to abandon pursuit of our goal.
I’ve quit many, many things in my 44.5 years and with hindsight I regret none of them.
I quit bodybuilding.
I do, however, have a checklist of sorts I go though before I commit to the quit.
An exercise which serves as a way to be certain I’m not quitting out of fear and ceasing the activity/project is the right course of action.
The process is a simple one. I merely hold the “thing” I want to quit up to these three ideas:
1. Just because something was once important or goal of mine does not mean it still is. I remind myself it’s OK to shed good habits!
2. Quitting gives me space for new experiences. If I’m holding on tightly with both hands—I cannot receive more.
To clarify, I’ve never “just quit” anything where it impacted others (nor would I allow the child to do so)—yet I’ve also never felt badly as a result of quitting.
I quit Coop.
I recently discovered some research which may hold a clue as to my lack of “bad feelings”:
People who are better able to let go when they experience unattainable goals have the experience…of less depressive symptoms, less negative affect over time. They also have lower Cortisol levels, and they have lower levels of systemic inflammation which is a marker of immune functioning. And they develop fewer physical health problems over time.
Quitting is simple (“Mama, I’m just not so great at soccer and I want to focus on softball. I’m better at that.).
Quitting is complicated (I’m quite grateful my own parents never let me quit playing the clarinet even when I begged to stop).
Quitting might be best summed up by W.C. Fields:
The Tornado and I long to know:
Are you a Stick With It Sally or a Quitter McGee?