5th
THE DIP...
… is hating the thought of the long commute from Taguig to Taft to make it to a 730pm class that’s not even that interesting. It’s resenting offering up precious Saturdays and Sundays to back-to-back classes where professors are uninspired (thus uninspiring) and as much in a hurry as you are for class to be over. It’s thinking twice about forking over wads of cash for tuition and textbooks when it would be so great to upgrade to a MacBook or an iPhone. In short, the Dip is a (painful) test of character. It’s what separates the wheat from the chaff.
To quit now is what I would dearly love to do, what I always do when things get too hard or just un-fun. It’s something I’ve perfected with practice. But even I know that quitting “in the Dip” is just plain dumb.
Seth Godin says you have to “Quit the wrong stuff. Stick with the right stuff. Have the guts to do one or the other.” I already quit a high-paying job that was killing my will to live. Here’s the part where I hunker down and suck it in so I can come out the other side with a new lease on life.