We are bred to be diligent, told to be persistent, required to keep going. We are fed a rich chum diet extolling the joys of conformity all the while simultaneously offered a buffet of fine tuned, well-salted snacks of fear masked as sanity. We munch it all down and wonder why we feel sick (there’s a pill for that).
I think the antidote lies not in medication. There is liberation in dropping the gloves, letting your body relax, tilting your head back and saying fuck it.
Fuck it to prescribed living
Fuck it to waiting
And a big, inflatable-donkey-in-the-Macy’s-parade sized FUCK IT to fear.
May your Fridays be Fabulous.