Quitting wasn't an option.
If you start it -- you finish it.
When I was 12 years old -- I joined a new travel ball team that I was the outcast. Everybody knew everybody - and, no one knew the new kid (me).
In the beginning - I didn't fit in. I wanted to quit.
My dad wasn't having it --
Thank goodness - because I made great friends and spent a few years playing with that team. I met guys I would later compete against in high school, college, and pro-ball.
More so, I learned how to be uncomfortable with being the odd-man-out - and, how to navigate integrating with a new team -- it's an art, and a practice -- one in which a person won't learn by quitting.