You know who from your third grade class is a quitter today? The one who was always in the nurse’s office.
I was that kid. I “felt sick” a lot of times during elementary school. I wanted out of math class, out of gym class, away from that peer during lunch time, to avoid that “mean” teacher who was strict and scary.
It was the best. I could go to the nurse, who was the sweetest lady ever. She gave me an icepack for my head and allowed me to lay down on the cot. I got a fuzzy blanket and pillow. There, I quit. There was my comfort, my break away from the difficult. Hard times are, well, hard. I wanted to avoid them at all costs.
Today, it’s a little different. Now I go to the TV when I want to quit. Still with the pillow and blanket, but now in addition, TV binging. That is why my husband sets the parental control on the TV at home, so I don’t keep quitting.