#WednesdayWisdom: Winners sometimes quit.


This morning I selected a dance workout on YouTube, wanting something a little different. And let me tell you, this thing went from 0 to 1000 in the first five minutes. After a bit, I looked at my watch thinking it must be halfway done.

I was only 8 minutes in.

Still, I didn’t want to give up. I pressed on. And on. And on. I wondered if, for the rest of my life, I’d just be doing that dance video. I modified. I took advantage of the ads to catch my breath or at least attempt to do so.

As a side note, I do cardio most days a week, often 5 days. This was a whole other level of intensity.

Through it all, though, I told myself not to stop. I needed to finish it. I needed to push through.

When it finally, finally, mercifully finished, it took a while for my heartrate to come down and it really dawned on me that I could have pushed myself into injury or even worse. How do I feel now, hours later?

Like I took it too far, I think.

We absorb all these messages about quitting and stopping and not finishing, and they start to become a measure of worth, a measure of our very value. And you know what?

They aren’t.

Sometimes the smart thing is to quit. Sometimes the best way to take care of yourself is to quit.

It comes in many forms and covers all of life’s events. But I’m not sure where this whole idea that misery is the stuff that makes us came from. Probably from the people who profit from our misery, or profit when we are distracted by it.

So if you needed permission, here it is.

If you needed a sign, here it is.

Winners sometimes quit.

Have a great Wednesday.

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So Long Caffeine, and Thanks for All the Jitters


So I gave up caffeine. I haven’t joined an anti-caffeine cult, and I haven’t picked up a health craze eschewing everything but sunshine and filtered air.

I just realized that it made me really jittery. And not having it makes me less jittery.

But sometimes I miss it, because I am relatively certain that it was the substance that made up at least sixty percent of my brain.

Sixty percent is a lot to lose.

I’ll think about it, and be tempted by the thought of my mind finally finding second gear, and maybe even edging into third. But then I remember my racing heartbeat, my shaky hands, that feeling of not being able to sit quite still.

And I have a glass of water instead.