Quitting is gross.
I say that with the authority of a woman who once found herself in a smarmy, daily tango with quitting.
I had every reason to quit.
My treatments weren't working.
My gluten-free, dairy-free, puritanically clean diet wasn't doing shit--except piss me off and give me one more thing to obsess about.
My body was so flooded with hormones I felt toxic and out of control.
My weight tumultuously fluctuated like Bitcoin.
I had bald spots on my head.
My bank account was shudder-worthy.
I would have been justified in quitting.
No one would have blamed me.
I might have even experienced some temporary relief or lulled myself into thinking "it was for the best."
I would have been lying though and everyone would know it--worst of all, myself.
Quitting would've robbed me of getting to know my boy's laugh.
Abandoning our dreams is the worst kind of betrayal.
It's us bitterly silencing ourselves and turning our backs on our truth.
Don't do that.
Stay the fucking course.
Persistence is insurance against the anguish of regret.
Persistence means you keep saying HELL YES to your desires, regardless of how many times you get knocked down and have to dust yourself off.
It's what successful women do.
Switch gears? Yes.
Change paths? Yes.
Quit? HELL NO.
My ladies are persistent AF.
They know being a Mom was meant for them, so if they have to slay a few dragons, "gladiate," or crush a few Krakens along the way, they do it with style, knowing the payoff is unadulterated Mommy-bliss magic!
Decide you will be one of them.
Change your mindset, change your results.
Intrigued? Here's an exercise to take this to the next level...
Tempted to quit? Do this instead.
Write a love-letter to the part of you that desires to be a Mom.
Pledge your undying devotion to her. Tell her you will always love and support her.
Tell her "you ain't going out like no punk-bitch!" (Thanks to House of Pain for that line! Did you know I love 90s hip-hop?)
Promise her you will never give up--maybe change your approach or tactics, but you will never betray her! NOTICE HOW DIFFERENT YOU'LL FEEL!
Stretch yourself! It's about progress, not perfection.