Last night I caught you wanting to quit something. You pulled a pouty-pouty-pants routine and started with the exhausting “I suck. Fuck this” routine. Pretty.
So this morning, I’m sending you a quick note-to-self that it’s bullshit and it needs to stop.
Do you really think that anyone who is successful just wakes up one day and BAM! success? Get off the merry go round and come back to Planet Earth, because they don’t. They work at it. There are no handouts, no hall passes. There is no such thing as luck and nobody rides a golden unicorn off into the sunset holding a pile of Olympic medals. So where do you get off wanting to quit just because something was hard?
I’m going to give you a day or two to pull your head out of your ass and start practicing what you preach, else there is going to be a colossal smack-down. You’ve gone back to looking at life in terms of years instead of decades and somehow figured that self-deprecation is productive.
So I’m calling bullshit on you and hope you figure a few things out, because it’s pretty hard to be any kind of productive with your head so far up your ass. I’m going to go do fun things and you can sit there all day and do whatever. You know where to find me – I’ll be out enjoying life and smelling the beautiful California air while you have shit stuck up your nose from your head-in-ass maneuver.
Enjoy, kid. Hopefully, I’ll see you soon.