In defense of dropping out

When I was in fourth grade, I desperately wanted to drop out of soccer. I wasn’t very good, I could tell I was dragging down my team. It was an age when kids started to get more serious and I knew I didn’t want to get more serious about this sport. When I told my mom, her response was a flat “no” and when I whined enough “whyyyyss” her string of justifications went something along the lines of:

We finish what we start

We don’t stop doing something just because it’s hard

Your teammates are counting ...