“Some people think it’s holding on that makes one strong—sometimes it’s letting go.” ~Unknown
Throughout my life I’ve quit many things.
I quit a reasonably ‘sexy’ job title and steady paycheck.
I quit a six-year relationship with an essentially giving and loving person.
I quit being a yoga teacher after investing heavily in getting qualified.
I’ve quit many courses halfway through like calligraphy (of all things), ‘life design map’ courses, and online courses for all sorts of random things.
I quit therapy once, before they told me we were ‘done.’
I’ve quit several crappy part-time jobs when I first started building my business.
Yep, I’m a quitter. Or at least, that’s the label I gave myself.
You see, for many years I was the queen of being mean to myself. She can still pipe up on some days, but I used to be so continually nasty to myself, it was exhausting.
“You never finish anything.”
“You just don’t have what it takes to go the distance.”
“You’re so pathetic, Nat.”
“Why can’t you just see things through? What the hell is wrong with you?”
The other day a client told me she had these same questions (which are really j…