Fuck this then. Is the title of what will probably be one of my favourite essays from my new book Things I Have Loved I am currently writing on.
But also it’s my motto this year.
At first I had chosen “Honor yourself” as a reminder of staying in my worth and the commitments I make with myself, generally a good motto but after a while of mulling it over it also felt a bit stuck up, a bit too cerebral and maybe quaint?
The other day I listened to an episode of the excellent Best Friend Therapy podcast hosted by Elizabeth Day and her best friend Emma Reed Turrell who actually is a psychotherapist. In the episode they were talking about journaling and how sometimes sitting down, in a long winding way of expressing your feelings and getting deep down into all of your trauma, just doesn’t cut it. Sometimes it is just writing down two words as Emma said, sometimes it is just a feeling of: fuck off.
“Fuck this then” might have a bit of an attitude problem but one that I am subscribing to this year. Which in a real sense is actually honoring myself and true feelings at the moment because: I’m tired of holding on to things that are just a bit of a fuckery, enduring and playing nice all the time. I’m tired of an energy exchange where I am giving giving giving and other’s are readily receiving.
Oh yes it is the year of boundaries and demands!
A year where I will do less of the should’s and more of the fuck yesses and generally try on that so-called villain era. Channeling a bit more Helga from Hey Arnold and a little bit less Disneyprincess.
And in that manner I am going to fuck off now, because I need to finish a manuscript and there are only six more days, till I have to send it all to my editor.
Wish me luck!
p.s.: you can pre-order it here. thanks XX
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