I know you’ve had it rough. I know life hasn’t always been fair. I know that sometimes when you wake up in the morning you are wondering what rabbit hole you went down to get to this 7th layer of hell. I know you think it was out of your control or that you are doing what you need to in order to stay alive. I know you have an excuse to be tired, an excuse to be scared and an excuse to give less shits than the average human, or maybe more. I don’t know. I know you have an excuse for everything because, well, you do. But It’s time for me to spill the truth tea. Don’t hate me for it, don’t get mad and rebel against me. Remember that you love me and that I love you and no matter what I only want what’s best for you… okay? you ready? here goes…
All those excuses? I don’t care. Not one bit. I did care. I use to care a lot. They defined our relationship. But now?
I’m kind of over it. I’m kind of over the whole “I would be able to if I…” or “I could if I had…” or anything that resembles “I need this in order to do that” because you don’t. You really, truly, without a doubt don’t.
Want your dream job? You know how to get it. You gotta work.
DON’T want your current job? You know what to do. You gotta work.
Wanna run that triathlon? I bet you know how to do that too. You. Gotta. Work.
If you keep waking up every morning and you aren’t doing what your heart wants you to do, what your soul was made to do, IT’S OKAY. For now. <– the most important words to remember. FOR NOW. But the only way to apply those words in the correct manner is to take steps, baby, kitten, ant, amoeba (do they have feet?) steps toward doing what it is you actually want to do with your life. Because then, when you say “For now” you actually mean “For Now.” If you aren’t doing anything to change where you are now then you haven’t earned the right to say you will eventually be some place else.
Listen, i’m not saying that your very convincing, very analytical, very persuasive, and very REAL excuses won’t win sometimes, but… here’s a thought: maybe they can win less. Maybe they can be, like, the minority; not working instead of working, surrendering instead of fighting. Every once in a while, a blue moon type scenario, the excuses will prevail. But maybe its time the ‘Excuse Queen’ becomes the ‘Why The Hell Not Queen’ or the ‘I’ll Get There Or Die Trying Princess’ or maybe the ‘I’ll Never Give Up Prime Minister’.
Maybe it’s time, your majesty, to put on those big girl pants, embrace the exhaustion, embrace the breakdowns and emotions, the fear, the love, the hope, the failure and the triumphs. Embrace what was, what is, and what could be and throw those excuses to the wind. Because where’s the shame in trying? So maybe you wont be as successful as your daydreams are hoping you will be (like a super rich and successful member of society who travels the world and does what she loves and everyone knows her but, like, not in an invasive way, you would totally still be able to go to the grocery store without being bothered but at the same time people would for sure recognize you and maybe ask for an autograph). So what? Does that mean you should just NOT try?
Because the thing is, if you never JUMP, you will never know whether or not you can FLY. And maybe, on the way down, before you’ve discovered that maybe you can’t actually fly, you’ll land on a cloud, or the wings of an eagle, or maybe a 747 that will fly for you, and take you to a place you didn’t even know you wanted to go and it will be the best damn thing that could have happened. Then those pesky day dreams will dissolve because you will no longer be wanting and wishing and hoping; You will be LIVING.
I do feel bad, getting on your case like this, but sometimes tough love is the only love that matters. But it needed to come from me. There is no one else that can reach you like I do, because.. well if you haven’t guessed it by now.. I am you and you are the part of me that is running things around here and TBH, i’m ready for a change in government. But this isn’t a democracy, this is a me vs you. It’s a battle of wills not a plea for votes. It’s your excuses Vs. my deepest desires.
I’ve stood by long enough. I’ve watched you float around and fair enough, you needed some time to float. But I’ve tied some string to your ankles and i’m pulling you down, so you can keep your head in the clouds and I’ll keep your feet on the ground.
Oh, and I know that old habits die hard but if you start making excuses FOR the cause and not against it, can you imagine what we will become?
Still holding out hope for super rich and successful,