The baseball coaching was an example. I’m not coaching baseball. I stepped away already. ;-) (and glad i did, but it was a difficult decision).
Let’s do one thing on my list. Golf. When I’m on, I love the game. When I’m off, I’m beyond miserable. I’ve spent thousands on lessons recently. I played Monday. The first few holes I hit the ball better, but still struggled. I had a few good holes, and felt good. Finally playing better. Then the wheels fell off, and I couldn’t hit the ball to save my life. Couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong either. Then I questioned whether I should even play golf. No team to let down, but it has high highs and low lows.
Also, I don’t see shades of gray. In my world, it’s black or white. I’m on, or i’m off. There is no middle. Once I pull in the direction of “off”, it’s really off and hard to get back on the “on” train.
Not looking for sympathy, or an Atta-boy, or “yeah, just quit”… just seeing when others realize its time to let something you love, but it frustrates the hell out of you too, go