My Quit List
Big, small, permanent, temporary. Mid-life dropout stuff.
Trauma response built me a life full of things. Mid-life misery has me tearing them down. Some things died permanently, others are reborn in new ways.
Meat - as a part of a decade long quest to find how to feel better.
Drinking - as a manipulation tactic to get my (ex) husband to stop. Then I realized I just didn’t miss it.
Marriage - see previous bullet. And also for my co-dependency healing. And the bait and switch that is “wife.”
Mammograms - it’s a long story but I needed a mental break from the waiting for diagnosis mind fuck I had gotten myself in.
The color grey - Honestly it was my entire house and wardrobe at one point. It was my subconscious screaming at me that I had lost my own color. It’s banished from my life now.
The news - just no.
Consuming advice from men - This was before I could tell the difference between wounded masculine and divine masculine.
Sports - after the divorce I wasn’t sure if I liked sports or I was conditioned into sports. I needed a sabbatical.
My career - too much to unpack here but essentially I was starved for time and blind to my purpose so I had to stop trading time for money to make any real progress on myself.
Scheduling - Turns out that was a false control tactic that annihilated my intuition. I’m, dare I say it…spontaneous now.
Not listed: limiting beliefs, fear of feelings, disturbing tv and movies, caring what other people think (in progress), and giving fucks (also in progress).