Today as I left the gym after an extremely intense workout, I thought about quitting. Do I really need to lose that extra twenty pounds? What if I hurt myself? Wouldn't I feel stupid then? And who really can say that exercise improves the length and quality of a life? (almost every doctor) Heck, I've quit the gym before, I can do it again. But I'm not going to quit. Not this time.
That decided, I thought about the other times I'd quit something. Violin lessons, girl scouts, smoking (okay, that was a good thing to quit), golf lessons, roller skating lessons, ballet, tap, summer camp, the list goes on. And yet, when I reached the ripe young age of forty-five, I started writing. and now, almost thirty books later, I'm still at it. Why? Why did I quit so many activities and stick with writing? Was it because writing offered me an easy path to fame and fortune? Heck no. I still have questionable fame and minimal fortune. Was it because I was "discovered" almost immediately and given a six-book contract? Heck no. I struggled, was rejected, was depressed, and soon after, back to writing. The poster child for "glutton for punishment."
So what makes us stick with something on the chance that we will eventually grab the golden ring? As we age, I think it's passion. We used to have passion. Maybe it didn't last, but when we had it, it was good. As we grow older, I believe we want passion again. Not the kind you read about in a romance novel, (though that would be good, too) but passion for life and doing what we love. So I probably will never quit writing until the words quit me. My passion is just that strong. As for the gym? I guess I'm passionate about seeing the needle on the scales drop another pound, so I'll stick with it too.
What are you passionate about? What have you quit in your life because the passion just wasn't there?
Keep at it, everyone. If the passion fails, stubbornness takes over.