A friend of mine posted on my Facebook wall today… and a few things happened in my brain.
I cannot read things without my dyslexia making me look twice. I totally read “when you finally decide to QUILT” instead of quit.
Then I started thinking.
About quitting. About NOT giving up.
And that got me thinking.
Why do we not want to quit things?
Because I HAVE quit.
I’ve quit a lot of things.
And for the most part, I haven’t been sorry I have…
Because when you quit on things like friendship, there are times when that’s what needs to be done. There are reasons that you have chosen to stop.
Quitting, by definition means “1. to stop, cease, or discontinue”
Even if it means giving up, there are good reasons for doing that.
I guess I look at it this way. If you’re in a friendship, and you’re trying to get one thing from it, and you’re not getting it, and it’s hurting you, maybe it’s time to quit. Maybe it’s not even that you’re quitting. Maybe you’re just looking to the wrong friend for the wrong thing.
It’s like you’ve bought yourself a bull, and you keep trying to use him for a milk cow. You’re never going to GET milk. If you keep trying, you only look like a fool. You’ll only ever be frustrated. If you stop trying to get milk from your bull, at least you might still be able to keep him around for other reasons… or maybe you just don’t need a bull on the farm.
At least you can always take up quilting. If you did, you’d end up with a warm blanket.