The year I quit being a quitter.
In the fall of 2022 I did something I didn't think I would do again. I enrolled in a class. Not just any class. A certification-earning class.
This would be my first big step to making it a habit to finish what I've started.
I have been a chronic planner and beginner, but rarely finished things. I've had this struggle since my first marriage. Before that, I followed through and took the time to work on tasks.
Perhaps I would have ended up a quitter even without the added emotional damage of my failed first marriage. I was already of unstable feelings and doubted I could do great things. I think it would only be a matter of time before I gave in to the dismay (maybe at a slower rate?).
But I made a promise to myself that I would start seeing things through. I was determined to be more disciplined in order to actually do stuff. 😅
I was told that the class could be completed in 3-4 months. I knew it was not a realistic expectation in my particular situation, but it was good to know that with good planning and consistent work, I could be done BEFORE a year was up.
So how did it go?
It took me two years to finish the class and pass the test.
I can't tell you how many pep talks and tears have dropped as I (felt like I) forced my way through. I fought with myself on whether it was worth it or whether I should have even tried. How do I even know this is something I should be doing with my life?!
One of the things that helped me to keep going was that I was taking this class because of someone else’s financial contribution. Some very good (family-like) friends pooled money together so that i could take this class. I did NOT want their funds to go to waste. I HAD to finish this. They also believed I could do it. While I struggled with believing, I couldn’t let them down.
Once I reached the year mark, I contacted support to find out if there were options for an extension. Yes, but at a cost. Six months (twice) and I could complete the coursework and take the test. When it came to the test, I was so afraid. I did not trust that I had retained enough knowledge to pass (especially considered how I hammered my way through the class). I still had to attempt it. You know? You don’t take the test you don’t pass for sure!
By God’s grace I now have a big win under my belt. Good people have been placed in my life (where I have needed them the most) to encourage and inspire me. This was by no means the hardest thing I have ever faced, but I certainly did not believe I would have completed it.
This feat is one of a few that have fueled my desire (and helped me believe I’m able) to quit quitting and begin completing. So, if you see me grinding away (even at a snail’s pace), don’t mind me. I’m just not giving up!
