SHOW ME YOUR GUNS BLAZING
Let’s get real here, and right up in our own fine faces –
You’re still not doing the work, are you?
For months now, and possibly – shockingly, but perhaps it’s time to admit it! – YEARS, you have continued to avoid doing the work.
Oh, sure, I know you WERK girl, you werk it GOOD, but it’s just –
What in the actual fuck do you think you’re working at?
I see you, don’t think I don’t!
I see how you show up,
And you DO do the damn thing,
The message comes out, oh yes indeed-y, and you? You are ALWAYS moving forward.
No doubt.
But it’s like a drizzle, when it should be a motherfucking waterfall overflowing to the max.
It’s like a horrible thin leaky little line of jizz when there should be a damn eruption.
Frankly –
Ain’t NOBODY who wants to see or feel that shit. It’s nauseating. We’d rather, almost, you didn’t show up at all. We’d rather you went away, got your damn NUTRIENTS down (soul food!), and let things pump the fuck up the way they are meant to.
So that you can come back GUNS A’FUCKING’BLAZING and show us who you really are.
Speaking of which –
Who ARE you?
I don’t mean who is the now version, the surface based version, the you who you let us see in these awful little dribs and drabs, fits and starts, as though you think it’d cost you something to let ALL of you out.
What exactly IS that, huh?
What is it you think it’s gonna cost you?
Your safety?
Okay, so you’re going to keep yourself safe from the perhaps-judgement or criticism of others, the sneers you IMAGINE people might make as they wonder who the hell you think you are, the way your FEAR-mind tells you they’ll turn up their noses at you as you claim a life less ordinary and raise your own damn flag, you’re going to keep yourself safe from all of that by, what was it?
NOT LIVING YOUR DAMN LIFE THE ONLY WAY YOU’VE ALWAYS KNOWN IT’S MEANT TO BE ABOUT?
Makes sense…
Or is it your pride?
Better to hide away.
Show a horrible shadow version.
That way, you’re not laying anything of REAL import on the line to be made fun of –
Or even, actually, noticed at all.
Logical …
Or maybe it’s that you’re SCARED, and it feels SCARY, and you don’t know HOW, and eek! You just can’t seem to bring yourself to leap!
And so you do … something.
You fill time.
You take up space.
You post same-samey boring and bland inspo and half-hearted asskickery content online.
Churning churning churning out the same old regurgitated garbage as every other NOT ALL IN ‘preneur.
ALMOST convincing yourself that some action is better than none.
NEARLY bought into your own lies that you’re doing what it takes, because hey – !
You put more time and effort in than nearly everybody!
Yes.
But you can run all you damn like on that wheel, and be the fastest and most heavily-panting one –
It still doesn’t mean you’re going anywhere.
It still doesn’t mean you’re digging DEEP.
It still doesn’t mean we can SEE you.
The thing is though, nobody ever said you have to NOT FEEL ALL THAT SHIT in order to show up fully, and be the ACTUAL motherfucking leader / revolutionary / soul-fury badass we know you are SOMEWHERE down in there, the you who presses fucking play across ALL areas of her life and accepts nothing less than EXCEPTIONAL.
You know what you do need though, to be that person?
You need to DECIDE TO BE THAT DAMN PERSON.
And that’s the entire fucking story.
So here is the real problem, yeah?
If you’re not there.
And there are SO many oh-so-real reasons why you don’t feel able, or ready, or prepared.
It’s easily fixed.
But it’s also easy to die for.
“Oh, whoops! Here I am dying, and I forgot to live the right life. Because I forgot to decide and then just DO, fuck my excuses. Silly me!”
Chuckle chuckle motherfucker.
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