It’s ok to quit.
I’ve quit more times than I can count throughout my life. I love the idea of learning new skills and becoming better. But then my insecurities, financing, or logistics become too difficult to bear.
So I quit, temporarily.
I’ve done this in multiple disciplines like improv, dance, video editing, meditation, and podcasting, to name a few. But I always come back to those things that I genuinely enjoyed. I return with a sense of confidence that I didn’t feel before.
That confidence comes from just knowing the rules of the game.
I know the pitfalls and remember where I dropped off last time. It took ten years to figure out videography and video editing.
This week I edited the best video in my life.
It took me eight years and multiple attempts before I felt comfortable dancing. I would struggle to get out of the house. I was too scared to get in the car and drive to class.
Now I lead a dance community in my city.
Quitting is frowned upon, and I understand why. Shame on me. I would argue that I’m not really quitting. I’m just shelving that idea for a bit. Not a big deal.
It’s time for my writing to take the next giant leap.
I find myself eager to write every morning when I wake up. I’m old, opinionated, and have lived enough life to fill several volumes of books. I’m convinced that I can write at least 300 words on any topic. Plus, my writing gives me the content that I need to circle back around to podcasting and build my youtube channel.
I’ve learned that all the quitting and false starts helped make me successful.
Ready and willing to share.