The American culture is one of grit. Endurance. Determination. Pushing through pain when you’d love to stop.
And when you get through all that? Hallelujah! You’re an American! You’ve overcome! Welcome to the rest of your life!
But what happens when you can’t —
No such thing!
Uhm, okay. But what happens if you–
NO! Everyone always pushes through and gets it done.
NO! They don’t! Sometimes you just can’t take it anymore. You have to stop. You have to take a minute and lie down. You have to start over. You have to try again tomorrow.
And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. What’s wrong with that kind of determination? The kind that whispers, “good try. We’re gonna finish this, just not right now.” Isn’t that a beautiful kind of spirit too? Not just slogging through to finish, but to keep going, a little at a time?
Sometimes, I’ll admit it, I just can’t. And so I stop. And I’m ashamed. But I shouldn’t be. Because I’m not being fair to my best self when I keep going. I may win the day when I push through, but at what cost?
So, I’m not going to be afraid when I take a break. And even more so, I’m going to admit that I actually need one.