I’m sure I’m not the only person whose thought about setting their whole world on fire and starting again.
I mean I’ve done it before by packing up my life as a teen and changing countries multiple times.
A bit much? Probably.
Fun? Yes.
Would I do it again? Yes.
You don’t need to quit your job. Move into some weird yurt in the woods and become a professional mushroom forager or whatever.
I mean you can, but that’s just a little extra…
Sometimes you just need a nap.
Your brain’s gonna scream at you.
It’s your brain and it’s pretty damn good at making up unhinged scenarios to throw you off the trail…
If you’re tired. That’s okay. It’s not the same as being done. It’s just Wednesday…
We don’t run out of steam we just start to run on fumes. Fumes are fixable.
Think of it like this…
Marathon runners don’t quit at mile 20 because their legs are staging a mutiny.
Weightlifters don’t quit when their muscles scream like a choir of pissed-off demons.
Coffee makers don’t quit when the beans run low (though honestly, they should cause decaf is a war crime.)
Writers don’t quit when the words turn into a tangled mess of alphabet soup
(okay, fine, sometimes we do, but only after stress-eating an entire pizza and crying into a pint of ice cream)
Recognise you’re tired. (Not a failure. Tired. Big difference. Like, huge.)
Take a tactical break. (Chug coffee, nap, or stare at the wall until your brain reboots.)
Pet a dog. (Or a cat. Or a hedgehog. Whatever. Just get some serotonin, you monster.)
Watch the squirrels. (They’re planning something. I don’t trust them. But they’re entertaining.)
This isn’t quitting. Quitting is for cowards and people who think pineapple belongs on pizza.
You? You’re just reloading. Refuelling. Recharging. Because you’re not a quitter.
You’re a fighter. A builder. A person who gets shit done, even when the universe is throwing wrenches at your face.
So take the break. Take the nap. Take the coffee (always the coffee). But don’t you dare quit on what you’re building.
Stephen Walker