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Self-Discovery 30 Day Writing Challenge

Day #29 When have you given up on something?

✨ When my peace of mind is a priority, I have given up on advising people who I sense are not worth my time. I can gauge the response or reaction coming back at me from a history we've had in a similar situation. So I just let them be and have them face their own music.

✨ When my Self respect was a priority, I didn't hesitate to close the door behind me as I walked out. It took a rare kind of courage and confidence to hold my head high and leave everything behind me without so much as a backward glance.

Nobody owes me any respect, true.

I owe that to myself!

✨Giving up is akin to quitting. But quitting is not always negative. Quitting is not weakness. Resisting to let go of that which doesn't serve us, is.

Holding on for too long only exhausts the soul and spirit. If a certain environment or a connection was not conducive to my well-being, I had no second thoughts about dropping it like a hot potato.

If it's a lost cause, my altruism deserves a much better one.

✨ I deserve Joy in what I do and I'm not letting anyone ruin that for me. If I don't find it where I am, I'll gladly look for it elsewhere. There's a whole wide world out there waiting to be explored.

I wrote off that which was not my cup of tea.

I didn't give up on myself and that's what truly matters!

✨Just like the quote I came across today---

" Don't give anyone the chance to disrespect you twice"

That the circumstances will change, or that the people will come around, is an illusion. A leopard doesn't change it's spots. And I'm not waiting to see even if it does. It's just too bad that it didn't happen when I was around.

✨ When my overthinking ate up the seconds into minutes and gulped down the minutes into hours, I realized that I had to put a stop to this irrational and unhealthy pattern. My days were going haywire and so was I.

No sooner, I gave up fuelling it at the first instance it reared its ugly head, than it was easier to nip the overflowing thoughts in the bud.

I used to be a compulsive over thinker over trivialities. I was only going around in circles like a cat chasing its own tail.

But, over the years, I wised up, gave up on overthinking and learnt to silence the voices in my head with ---

"If it is so, so it is! I'm not giving my energy to this thought for a second longer. This person or situation is beyond me. It will ease out if it has to, else the only person in my control is myself."

✨I have given up holding grudges or even showing a reaction to nasty behavior. If anyone wants to behave atrociously, it's their poison. I'm not going to drink it for them.

Likewise with expectations. People can only give you what they have. That also goes for their time or emotions.

✨Self-Sacrifice and endurance all have their own place, no doubt.

But when common sense and logic tell me that I'm watering a dead plant, that's when I have to give up.

Am I right or Am I right?

----Sangeetha Kamath

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