I give you permission to throw in the towel.
To jog off the path, instead of towards the finish line.
To do what is expected. To do the bare minimum.
To not reach any higher.
To aim for the cellar door.
I give you permission to tell yourself that you're no good.
That you would probably not succeed anyway.
That it isn't worth trying.
That you really shouldn't bother at all.
That no one really likes what you have to say.
That you're a fraud. How dare you call yourself a writer?
I give you permission to not try anymore.
To make a dramatic exit. And not come back. Who needs us?
To get up and walk out.
I give you permission to blame. Point fingers. Throw a fit. Give up. Kick the dirt. Scream. Cry.
Say never again to this dumb dream of yours. Burn up the pages you have bled your heart and soul on.
I give you permission to give up your dream.
To pretend it doesn't even exist. To play the silent treatment. To break up with your dream. To divorce your dream. It's too much work anyways. Why would you even want to be a writer? There's too many out there anyways. Just give it up.
When it's all said and done.
After you have tired yourself out. And you're all done quitting.
Stand up...brush yourself off...dust off the grime, the negativity, the anger, the sadness, and wipe away that feeling of defeat. Wash away the awfulness and the horridness of giving up.
Begin to pick up the bits and pieces of hope. Finish that story. Pursue a new writing opportunity. Submit that novel once again. Start outlining a new idea.
And try again.
Do it anyway.
Go back and fight the good fight.
Do it for yourself. For your family. For that weird writer that you are reading the blog of right now. Yah, do it for her.
Do it for the stories you grew up reading as a child. Do it for your inner child.
Do it with tears of frustration streaming down your face. Do it with all the other needs and wants in your life. Do it even though it isn't happening fast enough. Do it even though it hurts more than it helps. Do it anyway.
I give you permission to quit today.
Just not tomorrow.