I stopped in the middle of my New Year’s Eve walk to take in this moment—the sun setting on December 31st, 2015.
I stood on the path and thought about my recent posts. I’ve been talking a lot about true colors, my identity crisis, and letting go.
I reread these past few pieces and saw a theme: I’m unhappy with how I perceive myself and how I’ve presented myself to the world.
I had limited space to write a bio about who I am and what did I put in that profile? “Mum. Lifestyle Writer.” Really? That’s who I am? That’s not who I want to be.
And so the sun sets on my old life. It’s bittersweet.
I know I’m supposed to be optimistic in the beginning of January with everything I’m going to accomplish for the New Year. But, as I said in my Scrooge post, I don’t make resolutions.
I do, however, set goals for myself throughout the year.
Have you ever considered quitting to be a goal?
I know the definition of “quit”. I know the connotation of it, as well. (I love turning connotations on their heads.) Quitting is considered bad, something you shouldn’t do.
Ever thought about it in a positive way? Because, of course, we should quit bad habits. I’m all for quitting a job you hate. And, personally, I feel it’s an excellent decision to quit reading a book you’re not enjoying when there are so many good books out there.
What happens when you realize that a dream you’ve harbored for over thirty years isn’t working? When you finally realize that you’re not very good at it? Do you hold on for dear life to that one dream or let it go so you have a chance to discover something else you like that you might actually be good at?
You’ve always wanted to be a ballerina and have worked your whole life to get the lead in The Nutcracker but you’ve only ever been able to get a part as one of the Mouse King’s minions.
There has to be a time when quitting isn’t bad but actually the best thing you can do for yourself. And that time for me is now.
I’m quitting writing.
I don’t enjoy the type of writing I’m doing and had made a decision to switch genres from nonfiction to fiction.
And that was when I had a painful realization… I suck at writing fiction.
I have nothing waiting for me to fill the emptiness where my dream used to be. But I’ve never been one to wait until something better comes along. I will bury my dream. Or, if it sounds better, I will let go of my dream and watch it sail away on the breeze.
People have lots to say about quitting:
“Losers quit when they fail. Winners fail until they succeed.”
“You just need to try harder.”
“Quitting is not an option.”
“You’re taking the easy way out.”
Easy? Have you ever willingly given up your dream? It’s excruciating.
I’ll continue my blog. It’s a tiny thing, yes, but without being able to write my little Thought Bubbles I’d burst. Get it? Burst my bubble? That was fun. So, yes, I will continue that outlet for my creative longings and hope that is enough.
I’m jumping off the cliff of my dream that I have stood on since I was 9 years old. It’s scary. I might fall. But I might fly.
Have you ever given up on your dream? Why? Did something happen to prevent you doing it or did you decide? Was it a specific age (turning 30, 40, 50) or an event in your life? Did you find something you loved after you gave up your dream?
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you — Doris Day