There are a long list of things I ought to quit.

I won’t list them here cause I got haters but you can think of your own.

And to be honest, most of my life, I was good at quitting but lately, I’m locked in like two booty cheeks trying not to poop!

You’d think that’s a good thing right?

That good ol’ stick-to-it-ness!

“Oh this bra, I’ve had them for 10 years! It keeps my boobs exactly two inches above my belly button.”

But in the paraphrased words of the beautiful comedian Leslie Jones, if you stay in a place too long and overstay your stay, you’ll get to a point where you can’t leave.

Check out the Leslie Jones interview with Ziwe.

That is to say, quitting a thing is beautiful when your time is up.

There’s an art to it, I’m sure: recognizing that something no longer serves it’s purpose, taking inventory of what your have left and what opportunities are on the rise, and then letting it go!

Marie Kondo style: packing all that shit up, putting it in the box, donkey kicking it out the door, or something like that.

A person who is willing to quit, not resign peacefully or walk away quietly but straight up quit.

… It’s me, not you. Oh wait, it is you! It’s all you! …

flash’em on the way out the door, take’em for everything they got, make’em wish they never met you and damn sure they’ll never forget you!

Ah, such sweet release.

Some people will tell you this is unhealthy. That rage and aggression have no place in sound decision making. Well, screw them cause we’re not talking about sound decision making, we’re talking about saving lives here!

I’m not being dramatic! Stress is a killer.

So if the thing stresses you out, causes you angst, and doesn’t lean to your joy, quit it! Cast it to the firey pits of hells!

Okay, now I’m being dramatic but I do so enjoy it!

I mean, the reality is that these days I’ve got a lot more risk than I had when I was in my 20s. My wild decision making affects my husband and my son. This is not just my future or tomorrow I have to think about; it’s his.

I know Dave Ramsey said sacrifice for a year and just eat the beans, but when you’ve grown up poor, Dave, you ain’t trying to go back to oodle-de-noodles, pork and beans, and Vienna sausage.

No matter how poor we were growing up, I’ve got fond memories of the Friendly’s kids meal with the free dessert- the clown ice cream with the cone on the head and jelly beans for eyes. My momma would even bring a neighborhood kid or two cause everyone deserved to sit in the lap of luxury!

That is to say, I struggle with not giving my kid everything!

“Momma’s baby want a real life Yoshi, I’ma get you a Yoshi!”

So as I remind myself of my childhood, my future goals, and the dismal reality of my present, I remember that twenty-year-old girl who would throw up her middle finger and walk out the door.

How did she become the girl who couldn’t even tell the nail tech he was doing her nails wrong?

Well, maybe there is a happy middle ground where I give a two weeks notice but roll out at one!

Oh, and by the way, the only damn good reason you need is that it feels damn good to you.

Happy quitting.

PS:

Did I tell you that I’ve dropped out of the social work program! I know I always thought it was the path for me, but I’m going into an interdisciplinary studies program instead because it feels damn good to me!