Rage quitting

Sometimes I feel like rage quitting everything.

Pull the plug on every project.
Kill off every daily task I caged myself into.
Stop meetups and coffees.
Stop every habit I’m tracking.
Stop exercise.
Stop diet.
Stop meditating.
Stop self-care.

Stop. Every. Thing.
Start on a clean slate.

And then see what happens. See which ones I miss. See what habit I will be crawling back to.

Those I keep.
The rest, no loss.

But deep down I know, rage quitting achieves nothing.
Nothing will change.

Because as it is, I’m doing the minimum of what I need. There’s not much fluff to begin with.
Even though it’s the maximum of all my time, energy and effort.

So quitting everything won’t work.
I’ll just make it harder for me to even finish the minimum.

Rage quitting feels romantic and powerful.
It feels cathartic and releasing.
But it’s the furthest from being actually useful.
And might actually make me lose whatever little momentum I have.

BUT

Rage quit, nothing helpful happens.
Don’t rage quit, nothing changes.

I’m truly stuck, am I?