I've had a few not so great moments in my life. Moments that I've just thrown up my hands and quit. I mean, I've had less and less of them as I get older, but I really WANT to do that, so much of the time.
But I think as you get older and realize the complexity of life -- the actual quitting of it all never really happens.
I think people get divorced to get away from each other, when the reality, if you have kids, is that you CAN'T get away from each other. You really can't QUIT -- you can make it different, but quitting isn't an option.
The same goes with quitting things. Someone just quit my carnival committee. It's hard not to take it personally. I wonder if it's something I did. But, then a lot of me doesn't care. I haven't done a single thing with malice, and I'm putting in a decent 20 hour work week with the thing right now. It's taking a great percentage of my spare time right now. I should say "spare". :)
Anyway, this person quit and I asked him to come back. I hope he will.
But in my head I just dream of doing the same thing. Just throwing up my hands and saying it's not gonna happen, count me out.
But then the reality of life comes back. I'd hate to have disappointed kids because I wasn't able to hold my commitment, regardless of how much strain it's putting on my life.
I remember my last few weeks at my last job, and just wishing I could go in my manager's office and scream every slur I could think of and scream I QUIT at her. I already had a new job, what could it hurt? But, I didn't. And in reality, quitters don't win. They don't help anyone else win either.
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