Your Reasons For Not Living The Life You Really Want To Are Adorable
But I Don’t Fucking Buy Them

You want to be an actress but can’t because you “Don’t live in Hollywood”.
You want to become the founder of the next big tech start up but haven’t started yet because “This isn’t Silicon Valley”.
You “plan” to start writing once you buy the Macbook that you know in your heart of hearts you won’t be able to afford anytime soon.
As soon as you’re able to pay for it in cash, watch out JK Rowling.
I swore I’d quit smoking if the price ever exceeded $10 per pack.
I just paid $10.75 without flinching, I guess I’ll quit when they cross the $11 threshold.
When I was angrier than I’ve ever been, I was certain everyone except myself was responsible for it. Not only that, it was their job to fix it. How convenient.
Except nobody gave a shit and nor should they have.
It wasn’t anyones fault or problem other than my own.
Nobody showed up to the pity party I worked so hard planning.
They didn’t even bother to RSVP, it was a show they’d seen before.
I wrote “when I was inspired to” which was next to never and usually involved drugs.
I write on Medium damn near every day now but usually only do so to subconsciously avoid writing what I’ve been trying to write off and on for the last five years.
My excuses are rock solid and oh so pretty, what do yours look like?
If you’re like me, they are so ingrained into your line of thinking you’ve gotten to the point you honestly believe them. Your fear has you as blinded as the rage that stemmed from my fear once had me.
It felt like I’d never see clearly or steer clear of my barrage of bad excuses ever again.
The weapon that best prospers against your most deeply rooted fears, is faith and action.
Find something to find faith in just for today, I dare you. Take a fucking chance on yourself. Take action.
Go all in, on you. Stop dabbling and get ready to get as dirty as you have to.
This is a game of grit and gratitude, nobody has time to feel sorry for you.
Leave your excuses as far behind you as I try to everyday. Get better at doing so than I am.
If you walk around mad at the world, as needlessly bitter as Kanye at an award show, I assure you nobody is as bothered by it as you are. Your ridiculous behavior and dramatic reactions only make you look ridiculous, nobody else.
Learn to kill your ego and lose with a bit of grace. Don’t assume the win before the game’s over.
If you are unhappy with your weight, start eating better and exercising today.
Don’t justify your next fast food combo meal by topping it off with a diet soda.
If you tell yourself you don’t pursue your passion because you’re a parent, you’ve not only just become the heavy weight champ of procrastination but you’ve also just given yourself a reason to potentially subconsciously and silently resent your children.
If you want to get better at writing or become a writer, write everyday and twice on the days you don’t feel like it. Write what you are terrified to share with even one person and then publish it publicly.
Get good at being who you really are and saying things that scare the shit out of you. If the world doesn’t like it, fuck em’.

