I regularly question myself about what I want to do with my life and today I find myself questioning why I tend to “quit” so easily. I have always resonated with the Emperor from the classic tale “The Emperor’s New Clothes”, not in terms of his pride but how he was never satisfied no matter how many beautiful clothes he had, which eventually led to his embarrassing downfall. This is not in regards to tangible items (because let’s not talk about all the clothes I bought during lockdown), but I tend to start a new hobby / activity and leave it soon after. This pandemic has definitely shone a light…