I don’t know about you, but I rarely learn lessons without sobbing. It’s like, situation/stress + tears = lesson learned.
I mean, it goes back to grade school. I can remember weekly Friday spelling tests. Spelling word quizzes were routinely part of dinner table conversation in the Whitney household. Without fail, by Wednesday night, I would be sobbing into my spaghetti because I couldn’t spell communion or some other equally Catholic spelling word.
My mom would let me get it all out. She’d agree with me: Yes, Colleen, the world is a cold, hard place. Maybe you’ll never get communion right. Maybe you’ll never pass 3rd grade. Maybe you should just quit.
And because my mom knows me better than I know myself, she knew if she said the q-word, my sob-fest would end and I’d get it right. I don’t like to brag, but sobbing resulted in many a 100% on my spelling tests.
Recently, I may or may not have needed a good cry. You must know what I mean. A good, hard I-can’t-handle-this-shit kinda cry.
Except now, I’m not dealing with spelling words. And mom can’t tell threaten me to quit.
Because you can’t quit life.
But you can take off the Cape. The Wonder Woman Cape that makes you feel like you need to be everything for everybody. A happy face, a positive point a view. A good friend, a supportive spouse, the perfect mom. A hard worker and a dream chaser. A hostess with the mostest, a Doer Of ALL THE THINGS.
But sometimes, it’s okay to be an asker of help, a napper and a cryer. You’ll be surprised that the sky will not fall & the people who love you, won’t love you any less.
But the one thing I don’t want us to be, what we can’t be is quitters.* Ya dig?
Now, go have a good cry and then proceed to kick ass and take names.
[*Quitting something because it’s hard is not okay. Quitting something because it’s unhealthy or dangerous is a totally different story.]