Top of da mornin’ to ya Fool,
I feel like we’re on that level. We really know each other now, so I feel comfortable enough admitting I don’t know what the f**k I’m doing.
I’m wingin’ it as I go.
There is literally NO PLAN.
And yet, it just keeps coming. New opportunity after new, and I keep thriving– why? Because I’m qualified? HA!
I’m a lot of things, but resume friendly is not one of them.
The reason my life can now best be defined by the phrase “awesome-possum” is because I SHOW UP.
It’s my movie, so I camera-roll with it. #poet
Who are you looking to? Why do you wanna be saved from your own life? If you don’t like how you’re playing the game, show up different.
Play as a different character.
Almost as if by accident, I started succeeding because I quit resisting obstacles. If I burn, I burn. When I let go of my idea of what a good life would be, I finally got it. It’s the strangest occurrence and I don’t understand it at all.
The hardest thing for me was letting go and after repeated failures, a multitude of ego-deaths (with the core in-tact), and a new found acceptance for the life I had, I tripped into it.
I’m playing, because I want to play.
If you want a good life- stay playful. How you respond to life is entirely up to you, but being playful makes us more creative, better problem solvers, smooth as silk in social environments, and gifts an overall fun life.
I double-dog-dare you. Try it. If only for a week… do it.
#StayFoolish
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