For me, book quitting is almost cathartic once the decision is made, because up until then, I have weird anxiety that results in me questioning myself & it feels like a bigger decision than it actually is? I think it’s sort of a book FOMO & not wanting to miss out on something special just because that particular book isn’t resonating with me, so my mind wonders if it’s just not my type of book or if it’s not the right time or something else, idk.

But either way, I’ve found that after so many times of feeling dread abt having to open a book I really I want to like but just don’t, leaning into my gut impulse & removing it from my sight (digital & physical) comes with resistance but quickly feels empowering in some ways once I commit to the decision!

May or may not see that book again but I’ll quit caring abt it & will be happier for it. Sometimes saying fuck it and moving on is a gift in itself