Good thing I AM the “fat lady.” You’re too.
No, I don’t mean to call you fat. I don’t know whether you’re fat or not. Maybe you are. I’ve gained some pounds too. Who cares. It’s cold outside. The point is, nothing is over — no effort, no endeavor, no project, and no dream — until YOU say so.
Over the last few months, I’ve often wondered about quitting, about giving up on things, even my dreams. I’ve asked myself — and others have asked me too — how long I should persist in one thing or another, when I should put my sword down and give in to the pressures, to the headaches, to the struggle.
I even developed migraines. My doctor told me I should be happy it’s not brain hemorrhage. I WAS happy. I was also pissed off that I let the pressures affect my health. But I am better now.
I am better because I settled on the following:
1. In my life, I AM the fat lady, and I get to decide when I sing and when I don’t. Life is tough. Obstacles for most of us are enormous. We tend to pretend we’ve got it under control, even at times when we are about to lose it. It’s a habit. But while we have no choice in the matter of challenges we encounter, we definitely get to choose how we handle them.
I get to choose when I quit, if ever. Not the naysayers, not the saboteurs, and certainly not the people who don’t want to play ball. (This includes the naysayers and the saboteurs in my own head. Oh, and the assholes who treat us badly.)
2. I get to decide what is really important to me (and what isn’t), and then choose to believe in it. Trust. Fight. Scratch. Even bite if I have to. But never, ever, ever, EVER give up on the things that really matter to me.
I may (be forced to) change my approach (i.e. switch jobs, alter a strategy, change tactics), but that doesn’t mean I am giving up. It means that, like water, I am adjusting to the rocks before me. Or, like a tree, I am bending. To quit would be to break.
3. Amid all the negativity, I get to choose to believe, and my sheer belief (and a lot of hard work) will make it true. Or I’ll die trying. But BEFORE I die, I’d rather be the man in the arena, who sweats and tries, even if I fail (and I’ve failed too many times just in the last year) rather than someone standing on the sidelines, relinquishing my own responsibility, too scared to engage myself, and pitying — or worse: blaming — those who tried and failed.
It ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings. Good thing that in my life, I AM the “fat lady” and I get to choose when I sing.
And you too. You get to choose when you sing. You get to choose what’s important to you, to believe and to trust, to brush off and get up when you fail, and to push forward.
Don’t sing just yet. Sit tight. Trust.
The best is yet to come.