The Giving Up Moments

Last summer in Nai Harn, I had a giving up moment. You know one of those moments where you just admit it isn’t working and give up.

I sat in a lounge chair, watching the ocean slip away from the shore and I thought, “This is heaven. This is happiness.”

And I realized that I wanted this. To feel this calm and content.

I didn’t need anything else. In that moment, I was certain I could give up my writing. That I could be complete without it. That traveling could be my new passion.

I didn’t say a word to my friend. I just let that moment happen. It wasn’t a decision I made, but a decision I contemplated.

An option that never existed before in my mind.

So I let it linger there as I traveled.

And the traveling began to wear on me.

Getting pick-pocketed really rocked my center of gravity.

And the one thing that helped me make sense of it?

Writing.

So those giving up moments–embrace them. They remind us that writing is a choice. An option. And deep down, a necessity.