I really want to quit. But, I don’t. I push through.
The mountains of totally unnecessary papers and “stuff” that I have been faced to sift through and organize is overwhelming. It would be so easy to get up, walk away, shut the door and proclaim “I quit.” But, I don’t. I push through.
One more load of laundry is left. I have washed my way through five loads of self-standing pants and smelly towels. Why not leave this last mound of mud covered items for tomorrow. Just walk away and quit. But, I don’t. I push through.
Change number 65 in the remodeling plans has worn me out completely. This last mistake could be ignored and accepted. It would not be my choice, but it wouldn’t alter the human race and I just want to be done. I could say forget it, keep that color, no more corrections, I quit. But, I don’t I push through.
I’ve been worn down to a lump of flesh by kids not taking no for an answer. I stood my ground and went toe to toe when it would have been so easy to say “If you’ll just quit whining I will give in. I quit.” But, I didn’t. I pushed through.
Tossing words back and forth with other people who don’t seem to understand your language is beyond frustrating. I say “black”, they say “white”. I say “fast”, they say “slow”. I say “yes”, they say “no”. We are two wheels on one vehicle spinning each in the opposite direction. No wonder we get nowhere. It would be so easy to say “Stop, take my wheel off, I’m going to find another vehicle. I quit.” But I don’t. I push through.
It seems there have been a lot of communication blips surrounding my life lately. With the remodeling so many mistakes and errors have been found. Plans have been changed.
Communicating with people who are close to you is a wonderful, comforting thing if you can hear each other. But, it can be frustrating and difficult if not. So often the words come out, but the tone is wrong. The frustration from the guy on the phone carries over to the person standing in front of you. People procrastinate, ignore, or find something else to do all in the guise of coping.
Too many people quit one day too soon. Too many people didn’t try one more time. Too many people tire a few hours premature. If they could have hung on one more day or tried one more time their life would be different.
I want to encourage you to quit quitting. Stretch just a bit farther, wait a tad longer and try a touch harder. It could alter your future and perhaps eternity.
The mountains of totally unnecessary papers and “stuff” that I have been faced to sift through and organize is overwhelming. It would be so easy to get up, walk away, shut the door and proclaim “I quit.” But, I don’t. I push through.
One more load of laundry is left. I have washed my way through five loads of self-standing pants and smelly towels. Why not leave this last mound of mud covered items for tomorrow. Just walk away and quit. But, I don’t. I push through.
Change number 65 in the remodeling plans has worn me out completely. This last mistake could be ignored and accepted. It would not be my choice, but it wouldn’t alter the human race and I just want to be done. I could say forget it, keep that color, no more corrections, I quit. But, I don’t I push through.
I’ve been worn down to a lump of flesh by kids not taking no for an answer. I stood my ground and went toe to toe when it would have been so easy to say “If you’ll just quit whining I will give in. I quit.” But, I didn’t. I pushed through.
Tossing words back and forth with other people who don’t seem to understand your language is beyond frustrating. I say “black”, they say “white”. I say “fast”, they say “slow”. I say “yes”, they say “no”. We are two wheels on one vehicle spinning each in the opposite direction. No wonder we get nowhere. It would be so easy to say “Stop, take my wheel off, I’m going to find another vehicle. I quit.” But I don’t. I push through.
It seems there have been a lot of communication blips surrounding my life lately. With the remodeling so many mistakes and errors have been found. Plans have been changed.
Communicating with people who are close to you is a wonderful, comforting thing if you can hear each other. But, it can be frustrating and difficult if not. So often the words come out, but the tone is wrong. The frustration from the guy on the phone carries over to the person standing in front of you. People procrastinate, ignore, or find something else to do all in the guise of coping.
Too many people quit one day too soon. Too many people didn’t try one more time. Too many people tire a few hours premature. If they could have hung on one more day or tried one more time their life would be different.
I want to encourage you to quit quitting. Stretch just a bit farther, wait a tad longer and try a touch harder. It could alter your future and perhaps eternity.
