Sunday Scribblings #50 - Quitting

To be a quitter, to resign from, to leave, to abandon burden. To quit.

Quitting conjures negativity. When, they have "given up". They couldn't tolerate their boss any longer, so they
quit their job. Or they were to sensitive to be in the world, so they quit life. Or they became a "sinner" because
they quit going to church.


Quitting means giving up sometimes, but in a positive sense.
Quitting smoking, quitting gambling or quitting dieting (yes, dieting is a good thing to quit since it perpetuates an unhealthy obsession with food. More on my thoughts about that here).

My spirit has forced me, for my well-being and sense of self, to quit.
On more than one occasion.

I must say, it hasn't always been easy.
Because the cessation of something is
not as easy as the "apple-Q" command.

Mostly what I've quit is what the world insists I should do or be.

I used to be out to impress others, but that was the best thing I ever quit in my life!

Now it doesn't matter, because I honour what's right for me, and quit the rest.

Like I quit worrying about how I look.
I quit starving myself.
I quit shaving my legs.
I quit worrying about straightening my naturally curly hair.
I quit buying clothing because of its labels.

I quit waking up and working a 9-5 slavery job.
That's because I quit fighting the drugs which make me level.
And that's because I quit denying the fact that I have bipolar disorder



So some quitting actually does a body good.

I challenge you to quit.
To find something that is not longer serving you.
And quit it.
NOW.

j