FUCK DISCIPLINE. FUCK CONTROL. FUCK RULES. FOLLOW? FLOW.
Look, I’ll be the first to say, and have said, more times than I could remember or count – discipline is FREEDOM.
I love love love that I built this business on a foundation of being disciplined, and doing the fucking work. To this day, discipline is something that is inherent in who I am; I get a lot done, day in and day out, and because I treat my passions LIKE passions and not hobbies I take action on ’em whether I feel like it, and whether I don’t.
At the same time, there is this huge part of me which has acknowledged, realised, learned, shifted INTO over the past few years, the knowledge that DISCIPLINE FOR DISCIPLINES SAKE? AIN’T ALL THAT.
See I used to think that if I did more, pushed harder, got SUPER PROPERLY ORGANISED (like a real grown-up!) then I would get ahead faster.
I spent most of my twenties and my early thirties fighting against my own nature, to be this hyper organised person and Complete All The Things, always and no matter what.
If you’re trying to make yourself be THAT person, when in actual fact who you are is a creative FLOW person who is definitely next level crazy and just wants to be LEFT THE FUCK ALONE TO DO WHAT SHE WANTS, WHEN SHE WANTS AND WITH WHO SHE WANTS –
You’re gonna like this
When I was in that phase in my life, the ‘you don’t do enough and you’re not working hard enough, and you need to get your shit TOGETHER!’ phase, I felt, most of the time, incredibly frustrated and down on myself.
It didn’t matter what I DID do, or what worked, what I was focused on was all the stuff I thought I SHOULD be doing, or doing better, or doing in a more structured manner.
I felt messy … like I was all over the place … and as though I must really just be so LAZY, because no matter how many damn lists I’d put certain things on, or no matter how much I promised anybody OR my own self that I was going to do it, no really, tomorrow, for sure – !
In the end I found that I only ever did what I wanted to do …
How I wanted to do it …
WHEN I fucking felt like it …
And only ever in a way that just, well, kinda flowed out of me. Largely, this meant hacking the whole damn thing and just getting the results I wanted or needed at the final hour and kinda by what FELT like it must be cheating.
In other words, DUH –
I JUST FUCKING DECIDED, AND THEN I GOT THE RESULTS.
Manifesting like a MOFO baby, since day one, long before I even knew what the word was, and certainly long before I got that this whole ‘cheating’ thing I thought I was doing, where I felt BAD about how I’d always just pull shit off last minute, or make magic by basically doing nothing, and it kinda sorta didn’t seem fair on everyone else, well –
That was always, of course, the actual fucking way the WHOLE damn thing was meant to be done!
I bet, without me even having to prompt you to think about it, you already ARE thinking of so many ways in your life in which you’ve just clicked your fingers, DECIDED, and made magic like this too, purely from flow.
You HAD to look shit hot fantastic for that certain event, and you ignored your diet regime, all the while beating up on yourself about it in the lead up, and then in the final few days you just decided you WOULD look the way you wanted to look, and it happened.
You HAD to have the money to invest in yourself or pay for something by a certain time, and you spent a ridiculous amount of time and effort trying to force yourself to make it hand over fist, while largely flaking out on everything you thought you should be doing, then in the final day or two, something just shifted, and poof –
It was done.
You HAD to work with that mentor –
Go on that trip –
Get that badass home or car or purse –
Do the thing –
Be the thing –
DEAL with the thing –
AND THEN YOU JUST DID.
That’s flow baby, that’s ease, that’s you tapping in to the powers that are ALWAYS available to you, every damn day!
But what if –
What if –
WHAT if – !
You dropped the whole bit that comes BEFORE the flow bit where you BEAT YOUR OWN DAMN HEAD AGAINST THE WALL AND INSIST IT HAS TO COME FROM HARD.FUCKING.GRIND …?
Hmmm? What if then?!
What if you dropped the bit where you beat up on yourself –
Where you try to FORCE yourself to do shit you don’t wanna do, in a way that doesn’t SUIT you –
Where you tell yourself there are RULES –
A right way –
And a wrong.
WHAT IF YOU JUST WENT TO THE FLOW BIT?!
Maybe THAT is the ultimate discipline! To be disciplined enough to know that if you want shit to work you need to SHUT the fuck up and just
To the voice in your head your heart your soul which tells you the way, tells you where ‘it’ is going to come from, directs and guides you, and knows ALL the answers and ALWAYS HAS.
ALl the time you could save, the effort you could pass over, the martinis that could be drunk!
And imagine what a joy it would be to know that when you ARE ‘doing the work’ it’s the actual fucking flow work which works and which you are MEANT to be doing.
THAT’S true control – being controlled by your OWN inner will and truth not by anyone else.
And that’s flow.
It’s also the ONLY way that shit CAN work, because let’s get real –
It was never going to be something that came from outside of you.
THAT MAKES NO SENSE.
IT WILL NEVER WORK.
NEVER EVER EVER EVER!
So fuck discipline, in the way that most people think of it.
Fuck the idea that you gotta control your natural urges or FORCE yourself to be in control and to get certain things.
Fuck ANYTHING which tells you that there is a way –
Any way –
Today my message to you is simple:
Be God damned disciplined enough to listen in –
Have the self CONTROL to not be reactive to what everybody else is saying and instead to HEAR what you listen in on –
And then follow the fucking flow that’s already there waiting for you baby.
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED TO DO.
Gotta bite the freaking bullet and do it.
Fuck everything else.
Life is Now. Press Play.