Have you ever felt like quitting? Giving up something even when you have no reason to?
I have always struggled with this. Going on long streaks without doing anything I love – reading, writing or even socializing. I call them breaks but I know they are not breaks of any kind. Treading through rough patches makes me want to quit everything pulls me into a cocoon of sorts. It feels safe, but also scary. How can something feel safe and scary at the same time? No clue. Reaching out to people becomes difficult yet you crave for a human touch – a hug, a kind word or even 5 minutes of silence with a dear friend who can understand your silence. Quitting just seems like the easier option.
There is something known as a Comfortable Silence, you know right? Then again there are people who will come right in, find you no matter under which stone in the sea you are hiding and make funny noises till you are yourself again. Those people know you better than yourself and help you come out of the self-enforced jail, pull you right back from the borderline of quitting. I’m lucky and blessed to have some people like that in life. All of them, I met through my blog and my blessing of being able to write.
Those people are the very reason I have not deleted my blog. Just last week, I had almost made the decision to quit blogging. The faces of those people stopped me from doing it. I may not be writing every day or even one post every week, but this is the one place I can call my own and I won’t quit. My story is not over yet.
Linking this post to FridayReflections over at Sanchies where the theme is ‘Lucky’