Work has been hard for me lately. I feel like I shouldn't complain because I have a job (at least), whereas many others in this tough economy do not. For me, almost every day is a struggle. Most of the time, I feel as though my efforts are fruitless. That no matter what I do, or how I do it, I don't make a difference.
All I want to do is run down to where N lives and be with him. Then at least we wouldn't have the challenge of our long distance relationship. The problem is, I'm not a quitter. I never have been. I don't know how to give up. I may elect not to go the same course. But if I want something or I need it, I will get it. It's not that I don't know defeat, but I seem to digest it through the mindset of a short term reality- it's situational. Long term, I always know I'll come out on top.
Yesterday, I complained to N about how hard it is to go to work every day. He told me, he understood and was very supportive. He told me to get back in there. I need to do my best because that is what needs to be done.
After the supportive advice I got from N, I just so happened to come upon this example of someone electing to stay in the game. She did so by re-examining what success meant to her. Sometimes, your definition of success, failure and even quitting can end up meaning something altogether different.
