I’ve been thinking about what constitutes giving up, and what constitutes quitting, or resigning. With one, there is the implication that you didn’t try hard enough, that you couldn’t be bothered. Whereas resigning holds the idea that there was nothing left to do.
The last thing I finished that wasn’t a book, or a film was a 6 month TAFE course for Aged Care. After I’d given up on two uni courses. So yeah, I don’t finish things. And now, I’m thinking of coming home early. The biggest thing that was holding me back from saying it was that I didn’t want to give up. I didn’t want to fail on this one thing in my life that I was excited about.
And my mum told me what I needed to hear. She told me that I wasn’t a failure. That I wasn’t giving up. And I started to realise that she was right. I tried this lifestyle, but since I am in a position to be happy in my life, since I don’t have to grab any job that comes my way with both hands, I don’t have to make this work.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not giving up, I’m just recognising that ending early doesn’t mean failure. It means progression.
Get Reading. Get Travelling.