I’m
also as stubborn as a mull. If I made a decision about something I’m going to
stick with it, even if it kills me!
But
over the past few years, I’ve had to quit way more things than I thought I
could stomach. In high school, this quitting streak seemed to have begun and
just about every year I have had to give up something big. It started with
moving out of an AP class sophomore year, then the next year I removed myself
from a club I’d created, then breaking my promise to go to prom with my
friends, then in my college years… Where do I even begin?
Needless
to say, I’ve had to give up my fair share of things and, let me tell you,
letting go stinks. Every time I had to loosen my grasp of something, it felt
like I had to rip a part of myself out and just flippantly toss it away, but I
wanted to scream and rave instead.
Standing
at the end of all these things, I’m starting to see why I needed to give up
some of them. For instance, I needed to let go of the stubborn pride that made
me believe I was supposed to major in Mechanical Engineering or Computer
Science. I’m better for giving those up, but some of the other decisions to
quit things near destroyed me.
With
all of those difficult times, I can only say that life is hard. Sometimes
things are ripped from you and sometimes you have to release them. The things
that happen don’t always make sense and sometimes they never will, but they
shape who we are.
Even
though quitting all those things chipped away at me, I wouldn’t change even one
of them. They made me who I am today and shaped the life I now lead.
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