NO EFFS GIVEN LIVIN’
Excuse the French y’all, but 2018 is No Fucks Given Livin’ for me (earmuffs kids!) all the way. I know this is a little strong to come straight out of the gate with for my first ever blog post, but that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?
Honesty isn’t pretty, conventional, or inside the box. Honesty is tough. Sometime living an honest life can be legitimately ugly for a while. It’s like you just scrubbed off all of your caked on makeup and showed the world your three weeks no sleep under-eye bags. Good morning world, I look ratchet.
However, let’s look at the other side of showing the world your big ol’ emotional under eye bags. It’s all out on the table. Ugh. But also, now IT’S ALL OUT ON THE TABLE! No one can use the age old “what will they think of you?” or “oh but you’re reputation” tactic. By taking the risk of showing your real self to the world, you have taken away the world’s power to control you. I mean, that’s genius right? The question is, why haven’t I been doing this all along?
Answer: because it’s really fucking hard. It’s really fucking hard to stop giving a fuck what other people think of you. How did I stop giving one? Well, to be honest, I have to give all the credit to 2017. 2017 was a bitch of a year. It kicked my ever-loving ass. Every ounce of ego, pride, and pre-conceived notions of who I thought I should be flew right out of me. Whoosh. 2017 was the needle that popped my ego balloon. I spend a good part of it in a puddle. Who was I any more, without all of that pride, all of that desperate, dramatic need to claw my way to the top and get that big Country record deal? Well. That took me a minute to figure out. After I rather unceremoniously pasted myself back together, I realized that my jigsaw puzzle music didn’t fit into a box, FOR A REASON. Being different is not my downfall, it’s my STRENGTH.
The so-called flaws that chased me into that deep, dark hole in 2017, those were my secret weapons. Once I starting seeing my age, my gender (girl power!!!) and my atypical voice as my assets, rather than my flaws, the world LOST it’s power over me. In the end, whatever God has in store for our lives is going to be what it is, no matter what judgment either I, or the world, place on that journey.
So in 2018, I’m going to stare straight into the sunlight of giving NO fucks. I hope you’ll stare into the sun with me, all you crazy dreamers. I can’t promise that I won’t use curse words, but I can promise to be honest, and to make you laugh here and there. I hope we all collectively open up the cans of whoop ass, pull the caution tape off of the crime scenes, and shake up the champagne bottles of life, because the world could definitely use some more renegade ladies. Next week, I’ll talk more about creating change, and what that looks like. Until then, embrace those under eye bags!! 😂😂
