~ If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There’s no use being a damn fool about it. ~ W.C. Fields
In January this year (2010) I QUIT.
I quit my sixth network marketing company.
I quit telling myself that I had a home business (reminder – it’s not a business if it’s not making money. An autoship arriving at your door each month does Not constitute a business.)
I gave up living in the Law of Attraction Wonderland that allowed me to believe that Speaking Makes It So – and that I didn’t need the Action to spur things along. (Another reminder – The LOA works, if YOU do!)
More Most importantly, I quit Blaming everything else for my failure/s.
And as is usually the case with theatrical types such as myself, I made the whole decision and journey public, both here and on Facebook.
I shared the initial, life-changing decision, the soul-wrenching doubt that what I was doing was the ‘right thing’, and all the awful, liberating lessons in between.
In ten short months, I’ve gone from this …
… to THIS!
And now, and this is the most Lusciously Surprising part of all, people are calling and asking how I did it.
I discussed this odd turn of events with my very dear, ever-so-wise, astonishingly patient girlfriend (and WordPress goddess par excellance) Kimberly Castleberry:
“Your story is inspiring.
First it took balls to stop taking the bait – and it took balls to stop the insanity but not quit on yourself.
Its why so many give you mad props for it – you didn’t turn it into a pity fest or walk away from yourself – you came out stronger because of it – and with less turbulance – and even to do it you had to find some backbone to face the concept of “failure” and tell it to bugger off while you sorted through things.”
And so we come to the crux of the matter, the real honest-to-goodness lesson that all this crap I’ve gone through gives me the right to share …
QUITTING DOES NOT EQUAL FAILURE.
(At least, not always.)
Read that again, scrumptious one, and allow the tears to flow if they need to. I know what that stoneweight of despair feels like. *hugs*
But in the immortal words of whoever it was …
“When you find yourself in a hole, Stop Digging!”
Just. Stop.
Take two deep breaths.
And call me in the morning. (hehehe couldn’t resist!) Well, email me at least. Or get hold of me on Facebook.
But my Darling, Wondrous Being, just know that quitting does not need to be the end of the world.
In fact, it could be the start of a Grand New Adventure.
And I’ll be your Goddess-y Guide, if you like. Just ask me.