AAAAAHHHHH...back to the blog, back to writing, back to the breath of life, my creative oxygen, the proverbial water to quench the thirst of my curiousity...Alright. That's enough of that shit.
So, I apologize for not posting anything in a while. You might have seen me post an update on Twitter or Facebook regarding why. After years of staying up all night, on, mainlining information into its poor little circuits, my Macbook finally succumbed to The Last Great High. He will be missed.
I tried to access my blog from my iPod, not anticipating any reason why I couldn't continue my project linear-style. As usual, I was wrong, but I don't think I'm necessarily wrong. For some reason, Blogger won't allow you to update your blog from an iPod. I'm not sure if the same holds true for an iPhone (I don't see why it wouldn't), but that was the turd in the punch bowl.
"Well, why didn't you go to the library and use their computers you lazy bastard?"
Because I got a case of the Fuck-Its. And yet another lesson was learned...We must stay on task, remain focused, and be persistent even when you shank one into the woods. Pretty obvious advice, certainly not original, but sometimes life's simplest lessons are the hardest to remember. Hell, that's what Buddhism was trying to teach me-be calm during the storm-but it was just too obvious. And one thing about the Fuck-Its, once they latch their razor sharp claws into you, they're hard to shake off.
But I'm back.
21 Days of Buddhism certainly wasn't intended to go this way, but in the spirit of rolling with the ebb and flow of life, I'm adapting...
The Fuck-Its aren't necessarily all bad. A good case of the Fuck-Its can lead to incredible bursts of creativity, positivity, and productivity. I imagine this is because once one has surrendered to the sweet kiss of procrastination a certain freedom is experienced that is illusive in responsible daily living. The key, like all things, is in knowing the line between procrastination and "holy shit!".*
During my most recent case of the Fuck-Its, I added weights to my yoga practice. Although yoga continues to blow my mind on a daily basis, I've been unhappy with my overall strength. I had some free weights lying around so I figured fuck it, let's add some heat to this sauce...Shortly thereafter I heard Schwarzenegger in the back of my head calling me a girlie-man. It sucked. But, if I stick with it, the pay off will be increased strength, stamina, and endurance (wink). So you see, sometimes saying "fuck it" can be a smart move.**
Although I don't advise adopting this attitude as a way of life or endorse experimentation with this concept by novices, if you must resort to a case of the Fuck-Its, may I suggest starting small. Don't start with your job. Finding a way to live life everyday is one of the most challenging but important tasks we are faced with. The stress of work, family, money, school, oil spills, terrorist attacks, whatever- will suck the energy out of you before 10 a.m. Our brains tell us that resorting to such a position of uninvolvement is ludicrous, but our brains are lying assholes. They will convince us of all kinds of shit that isn't true; anybody who has had to suffer through the abysmal fate of a panic attack knows exactly what I'm talking about. We are hardwired to believe that if we don't get it done, do it right, and have it all figured out wayyy ahead of schedule, then we'll be failures. This is a fraud that has been perpetrated on millions of people throughout the world by the people whose sole interest is in controlling you and keeping you down.
Don't listen to a fucking word of it.
*At the time of this writing, the author still cannot accurately describe the properties of this line, but has come to the conclusion that said line does, in fact, exist.
**If the outcome is in your favor.
