Saturday my husband and I went to the movies before a Valentine's Day dinner. We went to see Slumdog Millionaire because, unless you've been living under a rock (and said rock has no wifi reception), you've heard the wild acclaim and dozens of awards it's received.
Shaken to the core, I fled the theater after 40 minutes -- 20 minutes of which I avoided looking at the screen. I knew the plot, and had read many reviews which included words like "feel-good movie of the year" and "triumph of the human spirit". So I was thoroughly unprepreared for the violence, torture, child mutilation and brutality. I knew another horrific hour was more than I could bear. Instead I spent the next hour having a drink, admittedly a stiff one, and listening to music.
I don't walk out on movies often -- only have one other time -- but I learned a number of years ago that sometimes it's better to cut your losses and move on rather than stick it out to prove a point, or because I've already paid for it, or because I don't want to hurt someone's feelings, or admit to making a mistake. In fact, rather than calling this cutting losses, I could say I have a habit of "changing my mind when presented with new information."
Here are some ways you can cut your losses, or change your mind...
- Stop selling a product you no longer believe in or that no longer delivers
- Stop using software that makes your life more complicated
- Go back to a paper calendar if you prefer it over a blackberry
- Unsubscribe from e-zines that are no longer helpful to you
- Quit clubs, organizations and associations that are no longer a fit or serve a purpose you need
- Don't renew magazine subscriptions if you have a more than three of the last six months worth that you haven't read
- Distance yourself from time and/or energy vampires
Politicians get nailed for changing their minds, the term flip-flopper being a favorite slam. But I prefer people who can listen, experience, ponder and change when necessary. I'd love to hear about instances where you cut your losses and are the better for it.
Hear! Hear! My friend and I walked out on KILL BILL. We went for pasta! Thanks for the heads-up on SlumDog. Now, I won't have to be tortured, too!
Keep on keepin' on!
Nancy
Posted by: Nancy Hightshoe | February 21, 2009 at 11:09 PM
Mary, great post. I've also thought about this lately. Here's my story: A good friend wouldn't respect the line I drew between our friendship and my professional services. We could never just enjoy each other's company; there was always an expectation that I should be helping her with her business. Even when I told her directly I didn't want to discuss business with her, she wanted exceptions for "just one little question." Of course paying me for my time was not an option for her either. Unfortunately, I decided to cut her off completely. Which is sad, because I miss the friendship.
Posted by: Lori Feldman | February 19, 2009 at 12:33 PM