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.
I've written about this before, how I admire the people who can cut their losses or make a tough decision and walk away. I think they're braver and stronger than I am.
I persevere. I grit my teeth, set my jaw, narrow my focus and push on, and on, and on. Pain and dejection are stimulants.
Sometime I feel weary for it. I feel perseverance's weight rounding my shoulders, injecting tension into my frame. I bow, trying not to break.
How long can I go?
But sometimes, at last, perseverance forces a break through. Sunshine bursts out, blinding me with joy. It's an addiction, to persevere and succeed.
I can't give it up. I need it, like my mocha.
I remember days like that and decide, no, I won't give up. I won't quit.
I will persevere.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com