I signed up for a four-year course on the Bible late last summer. Run by the Archdiocese of Denver, it's offered via a weekly class that starts "In the Beginning...." and continues through to the final punctuation mark in Revelation. There are homework assignments, group discussions, Q & A, and quizzes.
I enjoyed it. I dropped out after one semester.
I didn't withdraw on a whim. I wrestled with the thought of having to label myself a quitter. Maybe I should muscle through? What will the members of my group-table think? I feel like I'm letting them down. If only I were better at time management. Or had more discipline. Or....
Wait. Didn't I graduate (just barely) from high-school and teenage-insecurity decades ago?
Giving new ventures a chance is the right way forward but life shouldn't be one long obstacle course, or a stage to continually prove something; it's not easy to feel joy when it's being weighed down with second-helpings of "look what I can do."
In Genesis, pride was at the center of Adam's and Eve's disobedience and stumble in the Garden of Eden so maybe I learned something after all.