Understated Triumph of Not Quitting
There is no fanfare for the decision to continue, no celebration for the days you showed up when every part of you wanted to stop, and no recognition for the discipline of doing the thing again when the newness has worn off and all that’s left is the work itself. Not quitting just the small, unglamorous choice to keep going when stopping would be easier. I almost quit this project more times than I can count because belief alone doesn’t carry you through the stretches where nothing feels like it’s happening. There were weeks when the writing felt repetitive, when I questioned whether anyone cared, and when the effort seemed disproportionate to the result. There were days when I sat down to write and had nothing to say, the well felt dry, and I wondered if I was just producing content for the sake of a commitment I no longer understood, but I didn’t stop because stopping felt worse than continuing. I knew that if I quit, I would lose more than a project. I would lose proof that I co...