Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
I’ve never been very good at knowing the right time to quit things. Even now so many people are telling me that I should be quitting my part-time job now that I’ve found something full-time. But I keep going as if I’m waiting for the right time to quit to come with a flashing neon sign. I’d certainly be less stressed if I quit. But something inside my brain tells me no not yet. Do ever have experiences where you think you should have embraced the old phrase and quit while you were ahead? Write a poem about the virtues finding the “right” time to quit something.
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades