So, when is it okay to quit?  I use to be that person that never gave up, even if it wasn’t in my best interest.  The thought of not finishing or failing at something gave me high anxiety.  I was the person that would say “Sure I can carry the house, I’m strong enough”, no matter what.

It took me a long time to realize that it might not be a good idea to carry a house.  I had to start bringing in the part of me that was okay with not accomplishing it all.  I also looked at the part of me that wasn’t okay with myself and had to prove that the only way to be okay was to be good at everything and never quit anything.

It was holiday vacation time for me, my boyfriend and his 15 year-old twins and we all decided to go Snowboarding.  I used to Ski 13 years ago and thought Snowboarding would be tough, but I’d be able to do it, even though my physical health was on the mend.  I have been working out most of my life but through my health stuff had taken 2 years off.

The first day Ian, one of the twins and myself took group lessons just to make sure we had our form down and didn’t learn any bad habits. After our lesson we proceeded up the mountain with the rest and I was shocked at how bad I was, and how hard it was.  I couldn’t stay up for longer than 7 seconds.

When I was up my legs were burning like someone was throwing hot water on them.  I don’t know how many of you have snowboarded but you need a strong core and strong legs. Both of which have been on the mend for the last 6 months for me.  I have always been so strong in my body and very athletic, so this for me wasn’t easy to handle.  After doing so poorly the first day, I had to make a decision if I was going to give it another whirl.  Let me remind you that I had fallen so many times that my butt was bruised, and both my arms and legs felt light they had been pulled out of their sockets. So, I slept on it.

The next morning I decided to give it one more day because I felt that it wasn’t a fair assessment only after one day.  So I took a private lesson, and really felt like I had learned so much more,  that it had to make a difference.  So after my lesson I went up the bunny hill to practice with a whole new level of excitement.  I got to the top and to my surprise it was like I had never had a lesson.  At first I was so disappointed, and wanted to prove to myself and everyone that I could do it and then something shifted in me.  I became very compassionate for how hard I had tried even with my body in it’s repairing stage.

I finally got to the bottom and took off the board and went and had a hot chocalate, and allowed myself to be disappointed without beating myself up.  I realized that it was okay for me not to be a snowboarder (right now), that I would ski until my body was stronger to handle a sport that took so much strength.

I realized I gave it my best shot, (I have the bruises to prove it) and that it felt okay inside to let it go.  Now that doesn’t mean I well never snowboard again, it just means that it’s okay if I don’t.  If you are like I was, always pushing yourself to the edge, weather it is good for you or not or if you push your teens passed their limit, look inside yourself and ask why.

As long as you give something your best shot and you decide that for whatever reason you don’t like it, or just simply don’t want to do it, it’s okay to quit.  It doesn’t make you a loser, on the contrary, it makes you a person who will try anything and a person who loves them self.

Your Truly,
The lousy Snowboarder