I never use to be a quitter. But I am one, now.
This summer feels like the summer of quitting. No, not QuiLting --quiTTing. Which, ironically, would be funny, since I can't really quilt, so I would have quit that, too!
I quit exercising. Five times. I quit Weight Watchers. I quit three chore charts. I quit many website subscriptions. My therapist quit me (I guess that means it wasn't my fault? But probably was, I mean, she was my THERAPIST). I quit doing laundry (folding it, anyway). I quit gardening before I even started. I quit organizing the office. I quit making green smoothies. I quit family scripture study (although that wasn't entirely my fault and we'll start again tomorrow). I quit sleeping (haha!). I quit piano lessons (well, I had the kids stop for 6 weeks). I quit my goal of not yelling (for the 10th year in a row). I quit mopping my kitchen floor (except once). I quit making my 3 year old wear clothes most days. I quit taking care of my feet. And hair. And face. I quit every goal I started within days of starting.
The only things I didn't quit:
Since those are the most important, I guess I'm not a terrible quitter. Just a consistent one. Blerg.