“It would sure be nice to have tomorrow off!”
It’s my third year of teaching, and I’ve only been at this new school for a few months.
- At my old school, where I taught junior high for two years, my seventh grade boys teared up when I announced that I was leaving. Here, my goal is to get to the 3:30 bell before I dissolve into tears. (Most days, I barely make it to lunch before breaking.)
- At my old school, I had fourteen room mothers who supported me and twenty-eight students who adored me. Here, regardless of the route I take, I run into misunderstanding, resentment, and disdain at every turn.
Our Fall Festival has just ended.
As a church member and I wipe down tables, I calculate how many days I’ll have worked by my next break:
14.
Fourteen straight days of going from dawn ’til midnight (plus wee morning hour feedings, as Annemarie is just six months old) without a breather.
In a rare bid for empathy, I confide to my clean-up buddy, “It would sure be nice to have tomorrow off!”
I’m not asking for accolades or crying for compliments.
I just need a word of encouragement.
Instead, a short phrase, spoken in terse tones, flies at my face.
“You signed up for this.”
The Power of Words
If I could go back to that Sunday night in October 1991, I’d stand protectively over my 24-year-old self, and reply, “No, she did not. Go give your gift of discouragement to someone else.”
I’d sit down next to sleep-deprived me and say, “Don’t listen to her. She’s wrong. You did not sign up for this.”
But at the time, I had no clue how to self-advocate.
(Heck, I didn’t even know that self-advocacy was a thing!)
I only knew how to absorb and fulfill others’ expectations of me.
So the “truth” I internalized that night was, I signed up for this.
All of this.
Yes I Did
Of course, there was plenty of truth to I signed up for this.
- When I signed my teaching contract, I signed up to teach twenty-eight junior high kids how to read literature, write essays, and diagram sentences.
- When I said, “I do!” I signed up to share all my betters and worses with someone else … and for him to share all of his with me.
- When I became a mother, I signed up for a lifetime of watching my heart walk around outside my body.
Even now, I frequently have to remind myself I signed up for this.
- Each time I toss too many Hostess or Nabisco boxes into my shopping cart, I sign up for another round in the ring with Ed.
- Each time I say, “Yes!” when I need to say “No” I sign up for days, weeks, even months of resentment, judgment, and self-righteousness.
- Each time I speak the words, “I don’t mean to tell you what to do, but…” I sign up for a self-made mess, courtesy of Meddlesome Me.
No I Did Not
But when you sign a contract at age twenty-one — or get married or have a child or take any real risk —a lifetime of experience lies ahead that you can’t possibly predict.
- I did not sign up for the required unscheduled meetings that kept me from my nursing babies.
- I did not sign up for the caustic phone calls, the cruel Emails.
- I did not sign up for feeling more and more helpless with each passing year.
- I did not sign up for trying harder and harder and harder to improve with such dismal results.
- I did not sign up for pervasive isolation. For insomnia. Or the ER trip for crippling chest pain that turned out to be “nothing” but a panic attack.
- I did not sign up for the insidious, cancerous negativity that ate through my heart, infecting my marriage, crippling my parenting, destroying my friendships.
You and I would never consciously sign up for any of these.
Yet when we find ourselves in the middle of circumstances we couldn’t possibly have predicted, it’s so easy to think I signed up for this.
Even when it’s not true.
The Courage to Quit
Yes, this concept flies completely in the face of Winston Churchill’s famous quote:
Never, ever ever ever ever give up.
But surely not every famous quote applies to every aspect of our lives. We have to give up some things, some times.
Ecclesiastes 3 reminds us: “There is a time for everything…”
- Time to plant…and time to uproot.
- Time to build…and time to tear down.
- Time to keep…and time to throw away.
We all sign up for many “this”es. We think we know what we’re getting ourselves into. But we can’t possibly know.
Life is too complex. People are too unpredictable. We, ourselves, are constantly learning and growing. What’s a great match right now may not fit at all in a few years.
I didn’t know this in my twenties or even my thirties. So I internalized “You signed up for this” as Once I commit, I can not quit.
I spent decades trying harder and harder and harder.
My unquestioning “commitment” — which I recognize, in hindsight, as compulsion — hurt me and those I love.
Why did I allow so much damage for so long?
I was too afraid of failure to question or quit.
The Courage to Question
When we find ourselves trying harder and harder and harder, wondering When will I ever get this right? it’s high time to ask a different question:
Am I even trying the right thing?
We need to prayerfully discern between
What is helping me grow? vs. What do I need to let go?
What to Quit
I am not suggesting we walk out on our careers or marriages or kids.
But we must quit habits that cause us to comply with the destructive demands of “You signed up for this.”
Not sure what to quit first?
You’re welcome to join my Bravery Buddies and me. We are praying for the courage to:
- …quit saying that knee-jerk “Yes” and start saying, “No; thank you for thinking of me.”
- …quit doubting/worrying and start trusting God and believing Him 100%.
- …quit a life-draining responsibility and try one that might be a better fit. And if it doesn’t work, to quit it and try something else.
- …quit people-pleasing (aka “being nice”) and learn to be honest and compassionate.
- …quit the downward spiral of comparison, inadequacy, and fear of failure.
- …quit sugar, soda, junk food, dairy, gluten, and/or _____ [fill in the blank with your particular need] and start giving better care to our bodies.
Finding the courage to quit is a journey of self-advocacy and self-compassion.
Don’t wait for others to give you permission.
You, and only you, can grant yourself permission to quit.
Today.
It’s a perfect day to quit trying harder and harder and harder.
And start trying different.
When I was little, I took gymnastics classes. At one point, the teacher changed, and on the first day with that new teacher, I (apparently) did something not exactly how she wanted. Perhaps I didn’t understand what she wanted in the first place, but I did my best, and she yelled at me to stop goofing around. I never understood why she was mad at me, but I ended up being disciplined. The punishment was explained, that I had to sit in one spot during free play time, and, if I did more wrong, the time of sitting out would increase on a five strikes thing, so that if the teacher got to five, I’d lose all the free play time. So I sat in the punishment spot, and tried to make the best of things while I waited. My feet were in the foam cube pit, so I started throwing the cubes around with my feet. The teacher apparently didn’t like this. She yelled at me that I was on strike 2, but did not tell me what I had done to deserve that, so I was confused. I did it again because I didn’t know why she extended my punishment. She yelled that I was on strike four. I still didn’t know what I had done to deserve that. At this point, some of my friends came over and started playing near me, to cheer me up. The teacher screamed that I was on strike 5, and would get no play that day. I thought it utterly unreasonable that she was so angry with me in the first place (she still had not told me what I had done), and that she had skipped four in her count. I quit gymnastics immediately after class had ended that day.
Later, in college, I was having a hard time. I was surrounded by some of the most toxic people I’ve ever met, miserable because they were attacking basically all of my beliefs every single day, almost constantly. The head of my major’s department was textbook emotionally abusive to me. Many of the students smoked. (I’m very sensitive to that, and had asked them to refrain from smoking during the breaks because it makes me feel sick. They smoked anyway.) If I tried to defend my views, I was treated as though I was in the wrong. These people expected unreasonable things from me, and would act as though I was worthless or even evil if I didn’t meet their expectations exactly. I had anxiety attacks almost daily, sometimes multiple in one day. I had chest pains that turned out to be anxiety. One day, I just asked myself, “If I didn’t take this kind of abuse when I was five, why on earth am I taking it now?” The day I decided to leave there I felt a tremendous wave of relief.
Good stuff as always, Cheri – thanks!
Thank you, Cheri.
Dear Cheri,
Thank you so much for the tips. I just signed employment forms yesterday. I have not started the job yet, however I feel equipped. Thank you for blessing me with your testimony.
Hi Mrs. Gregory,
I really liked this article, and I wanted to share with you an experience I had this year. I started this, my third semester of college, very well. I picked classes about subjects I wanted to explore. I was hoping to find my passion. And in many ways I have (apologies for starting this sentence with an ‘and’). However, just last week I dropped one of my classes. The work was draining my energy. I wasn’t motivated, and in the end, it became a black hole of anxiety in my life. Although I will have a W (withdrawal) on my transcript, I don’t care much. I now have my life back. Part of the reason this was even possible is because I allowed myself to say no to the compulsion, “you started it-now you have to finish it.” I said no to the voice in my head saying, “oh, just suffer it out, you’ll only be miserable for one semester, then you can try something new.” Instead, I’ve taken ownership of my life and decided to do what I can to make the present, not the distant future, the life I want to live. I’m very grateful for my experience. I not only learned what I didn’t like, I learned how much influence I gave my perfectionistic expectation, and how I had ever the same influence to take that power back.
How awesome! I too have found that courage to quit the full time classroom and move into the full time writing arena. While it’s hard “out here”, it was getting too hard “in there.” I totally identified with everything you said in your post–I loved reading “my life” on your page! Keep writing, my dear!