You Suck!

But it’s okay. Because I suck and you suck and everyone sucks. We don’t get it right all of the time. In fact, we may have stretches where we foul up for hours on end. Maybe days on end. Okay, weeks might be a bit too much — see somebody about it. Friends, family, professionals, the mirror.

And your suckitude may be on public display. Hey, you’re in the arena. Arenas can be harsh. Sure, you could leave the arena and schlep on down to the corner bar, coffee shop, Zen retreat, Waffle House — whatever. But admit it, you love the arena, you live for the arena, you are the arena.

Suckiness suggests effort, desire, goals, eventuality. Embrace the suckiness. Breathe in the suckiness. Be the suckiness.

Ride the suckalation. Mount up, and spur onward. Into the infinite vastness of The SUCK.

It’s all good.