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giving up | giving up

michael-seidel's picture
Nov.15.2012
Ah, persevere. My fickle lover, taunting me one day, drawing my ire, then supporting me, willing me on. I have trouble quitting things.  It's my one weakness.   I don't like quitting.  I don't quit.  I suspend work, put it on hold, promise to finish it later, but I don't quit....
kelly-tweeddale's picture
Oct.23.2012
I am a dandelion stalk,barren and still stripped of its many wishes. I let go of each wish, one by onereleasing my hold on its fantasy. “Letting go is notthe same as giving up,”I remind myself as I stand taller, empty all the same. Wishes are no more thandowny fluff floatingin the air until they...
michael-seidel's picture
Oct.21.2012
Giving up is just so, so hard.  Saying, I quit, is difficult.  It's words that I have a hard time muttering.  It's probably my one weakness. I learned through Facebook that a friend's beautiful gray and white cat, Lizzie, went missing in Ohio.  She was very worried and upset....
michael-seidel's picture
Sep.10.2012
"Don't give up," people say. "Stick it out. Don't quit. Quitters never win and winners never quit." Sorry, I do disagree. I admire the quitters. I envy them. Yes, I'm guilty of quitting envy. See, I can't quit. I can put things on hold, stop working on it, come back to it later, but I can't quit....
kelly-tweeddale's picture
Mar.18.2011
I don’t do Lent.  It’s not that I don’t believe in the idea of doing without and it’s not that I don’t appreciate the lessons learned through delayed gratification and sacrifice. It’s not about a lack of fortitude or willpower.  I’ve lived 17 years without caffeine after being told by my...
cara-lorello's picture
Mar.18.2011
The day I let Rosie, my first horse, go 11 years ago was a tough one. But for the best, I knew. I was 18, and it was actually the day before a show she and I were to compete in, our third year in the top harness driving spot in our local 4-H division. Rosie, once energetic and vibrant, had grown...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Apr.26.2010
April 26    Imperturbable     Perfectionism is a cover, a blanket of lead; hard to move and rich with poison.  What it tries to hide is my unwillingness to struggle and strive.  It’s not a fear of failure, but the horror of success after a long hot pursuit.  If I can stall on the intricacies of the...