I don’t like quitting. I make lists and goals and I accomplish what I set out to do. I take great pleasure in crossing items off my “To Do”.
This applies to my life and it also applies to what I turn to for entertainment.
If I start a show, movie, or book…I HAVE TO finish. I’m not a quitter.
A couple of years ago, my sister and I came up with a rule when it came to Netflix: If we don’t like what we’re watching after getting ten minutes in, we’d pick something else.
Life’s too short for bad movies.
When I finished college, I had a hard time getting into my first non-school novel. I tried and I tried but I couldn’t connect with it. I ended up putting it away and picking up something else (which I ultimately preferred and LOVED). If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, this story should sound familiar.
It’s been a few years since I’ve quit anything. Shows have tempted me (I’m looking at you, The Walking Dead), movies have disappointed me (Welcome to Marwen = snoozefest), and yet I’ve stuck them out. Until today…
I love Stephen King. I do. When the prospect of It (and over 1,000 pages) sat before me, I nearly salivated at the chance to get through it. More than a month later, I’m trudging along.
Some of you may be thinking: well, that’s a lot of pages and hardly any time has passed. It’s true, but I can also get through a text quickly if I’m in love…and I’m not.
Don’t get me wrong, I love King’s style and the story is entertaining…there’s just something about it that isn’t clicking. I haven’t wanted to spend time curled up with it. I don’t find myself wondering what happens next. It’s not a right fit and I have to be ok with saying: I gave it a shot and now it’s time to move on.
But I’m not a quitter.
What I am is too hard on myself.
Sure, it’s “just a book” but books have always meant more to me than that. I’m realizing that, in every aspect of my life, I have a hard time throwing in the towel when it’s time. I usually wait too long until the damage has been done before leaving a situation…I mean form of entertainment.
Well, not this time.
I appreciate It for what it is and the nearly 500 pages I’ve read. It’s great, it’s just not for me. And that’s ok.
The same goes for situations, places, relationships, and the list goes on. Sometimes it’s ok not to see it through. Sometimes it’s ok to move on.
Life is too short to engage in things that don’t excite you. It just is.
Note: At the time of publication, I have already started and finished a new book. And it was EXCITING.