Editor’s Note: This is part 2 of a multi-part series from BGC contributors on how they kicked ass in 2013. Want to tell us how you kicked ass? How you were your own girl hero? Send a note to firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll post the best ones on New Year’s Day.
I will be the first to admit that I have unrealistic expectations for life. Now, I don’t expect to suddenly acquire magical skills. I don’t expect to actually go to the moon in my lifetime. I mean, of course I’d love for that to happen.
Being unrealistic is a hallmark of my personality. I am crazy enough to believe things can happen when you trust in the universe and work hard. Plan a party at San Diego Comic Con with a bunch people I’ve never met who live all over the globe and then sell said party out well before July? Hell yeah. Do that shit. Go to Ireland with absolutely no plans and just see what happens because it’s freaking Dublin? Um, yep. Set a goal to get a video I’ve directed on The New York Times? People… that freaking happened.
"I want to kick ass." - Me, literally, the other night when eating a burrito with my brother.
It’s been my motto as of late. It’s what inspired this whole freaking series of posts. (There’s more to come.) But there’s a bigger theme here and I’m getting to it. Sorry, I know it’s taking me a bit longer than it should.
In 2013, I decided to just follow my heart and trust where the universe is taking me. And then, I gave myself permission to be happy for being awesome.
It sounds so simple, but it’s inexplicably one of the hardest things to commit to. It can be so easy to get comfortable in a job, or in a city or even in a wardrobe and just decide not to change course even when all the conditions around us are trying to show us a different path. Not wanting to wake up in the morning: that’s not just the universe telling you something, that’s your body telling you something. And yet I freaking ignored it for years.
Before 2013, I made excuses all the time. Here’s a list of excuses I’ve made in the last few years while a big freaking cloud shaped like an arrow was pointing me in another direction: (okay, not literally, but it sounds cool..)
- I am just tired.
- It will get better once this project is over.
- I will feel better if I lose some weight.
- I am just used to this.
- It’s really hard to start over.
Yeah, that’s a narrative for a lot of people. It was my narrative. Until I decided it’s harder to be unhappy. Have you ever in your life once made an EXCUSE FOR BEING HAPPY? FOR KICKING ASS? I have yet to hear myself say:
- I am just so freaking refreshed.
- It will honestly be worse once this project is over.
- Liking my body is a real drag.
- I am so over being happy.
- It’s so easy to be stuck in a rut.
Yeah, that’s what I thought. In retrospect, that’s what 2013 has been all about. Taking stock of the dreams in my head, making them real by admitting I wanted them, working as hard as I can to make them happen and then being bold enough to say, Goddammit… that was freaking great.
This has been such a revelation, I plan to carry it over into 2014.