Yesterday, I read this article by Mark Manson.
He's encouraging readers to live by The Law of "Fuck Yes or No." (I highly suggest that you read it.)
"The Law of “Fuck Yes or No” states that when you want to get involved with someone new, in whatever capacity, they must inspire you to say “Fuck Yes” in order for you to proceed with them.
The Law of “Fuck Yes or No” also states that when you want to get involved with someone new, in whatever capacity, THEY must respond with a “Fuck Yes” in order for you to proceed with them."
The article is aimed at relationships. But I say, "Fuck Yes!" to this philosophy with everything. Love. Business. Art. Lyrics. Music. Time Management. Shopping. Finances. Everything.
If I'm not saying "Fuck Yes!" then it's not worth my time or my energy.
Tightrope walking: forward momentum is now a smarter choice than turning around.
I'll be honest. I've been teetering back and forth with my upcoming 2015 tour/album release adventure, threatening to turn around and return from whence I came. I have almost no money and I'm frequently torn between eating and my career choices (quite literally.)
I'm saving every spare penny for it and spending every spare minute on it. I'm giving it everything I have.
Oh my GOD. I see how far up I am.
I'm scared shitless.
The fear of falling is utterly paralyzing.
I hear the questions and cautions from family & I can read in between their lines. I'm grateful they care enough about my success to question it. But spending too much time dwelling on their fears only makes me teeter more than I already am.
& at this point, I can't afford to fall.
I'll say it again,
I cannot afford to fall.
Despite all the teetering in the past month, the one thing that has stayed constant is "Fuck yes, I want this." I want it bad.
Turning around now would be my life's one regret.
So with blood pumping through my veins at a break-neck speed, one step at a time... I am moving forward.
Because it feels like Life.
Moving forward feels like "Fuck Yes!"
& any other choice feels like certain death.