I met a new friend this week, and we were trading thoughts on what we’ve learned as we’ve gotten older. She noted,
“I no longer endure.”
My first thought was, oh dear! Are you tired, or weak, or incapable? My second thought was, ohhhhh, that’s exactly what you mean.
We are so trained to think that endurance is a virtue, but sometimes stopping or quitting or leaving is by far the best – and most courageous – thing to do. We could cancel the meeting that is neither necessary nor informative. We could skip sweeping the floor that is perfectly clean already. We could stop smiling and nodding at the boorish conversation that deserves neither approval nor agreement.
Dear Honeybees, what is worthy of your endurance?