Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things, by Jenny Lawson, gifted to me by HL Contreras, also an author.

“Because quitting might be easier, but it won’t be better.”

 

It won’t be better, I tell myself again,

as I pour the diet dressing—and ignore the ice cream cake.

It might be easier, I remind myself,

pedaling past the point of sweat—for another 2 minutes.

Nothing will taste as good as healthy feels.

Nothing will feel as good as buying smaller clothes.

 

It won’t be better, my inner voice chides,

As I edit one more time—and kill off ‘my darlings’.

It might be easier, I remind myself,

Finding just the right word—and birthing a line that says more with less.

Nothing will read as good as well-written.

Nothing will feel as good as well-read.

 

It won’t be better, wanting to quit,

As I keep weeding the flower bed—making room for new roots.

It might be easier, but…

ignoring the lawnmonster—leaving the meadow for the pollinators.

Nothing will bloom without nurturing.

Nothing is nurtured without effort.

 

Listen to the whispers.

Better is better.

Quitting is not easier.