On Quitting

(And, Not Quitting)

Lately, I’ve been reconciling with the fact that I’ve been a quitter.

I quit field hockey.
I quit the gym.
I quit marriage.
I quit homeownership.
I’ve quit jobs.
And yes, I’ve quit people too, which is the one that aches the most.

Sure, I can reframe any of these so they don’t sting so hard. I’m trying to practice radical self-compassion instead of self-abuse.…