SHUT UP AND CREATE
At some point you’re going to have to acknowledge that the only thing you care about doing is the ONLY thing you care about doing.
Does this mean you don’t actually care about other things, that you’re some kind of heartless relentless bitch who just wants to have her way with life and screw the fallout?
Well – no.
But at the same time, if you don’t take care of business and putting first things first, actually – yes.
There will be fallout.
It will be messy.
It will actually be APPALLING.
Shit will blow up in your face.
And not in the good way.
The reality about YOU is that you have particular needs which, if not attended to, will rise up outta you like an angry hungry demon monster and fuck yo’ shit UP.
Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
You don’t do the work you’re here to do and it will be bad for EVERYBODY.
You don’t dip in and out of your soul, play and dance and twirl with it and give it what it needs and eventually the fallout will be SO vast that you’ll struggle to contain it.
Like a raging river it will pour out of you, not giving a FUCK for anything in its path.
If it’s that you’ve not been being you in your business, the river from inside of you will take in its wake, well – most if not all of the business.
It will shed and shred it to pieces.
Toss it to the wind.
No fucks given.
Buh-bye.
You will at first dig your heels in to try to stop this impending disaster, you’ll feel yourself switching, you’ll fight valiantly to be a good girl and keep doing what you’re meant to, but bit by bit you will slowly but OH so surely give in to the power which is MEANT to come out of you.
The power which, had you have LET it simply come out of you, let it create and create and create, and unleash, and unleash, and unleash, whatever, whatever, WHATEVER, is meant to come out of you each day,
(and for precisely no reason except that IT IS MEANT TO),
then you wouldn’t have ended up in such a position, needing to destroy everything you’ve lived for and allowed your life to be about instead.
But,
you didn’t.
And so now,
it all has to die.
That’s just how it is.
Which means that yes, eventually, you’ll stop digging your heels in.
And you will GLADLY, in fact GLEEFULLY, let the river destroy everything, everything, EVERYTHING.
DON’T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU ON THE WAY OUT.
SO LONG.
HATED YOUR FACE ANYWAY.
You’ll feel SLIGHTLY guilty, and SLIGHTLY concerned for what this will mean for your income, your impact, whatever, but actually, hmm, let’s think about this –
YOU COULD NOT GIVE A FLYING FUCK, NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT, NOT DEEP DOWN, NOT REALLY.
And?
You never really did.
Well, perhaps you WOULD have, if you’d simply put first things first, got the foundation right, given the best of you FOR WHAT IT IS MEANT FOR, made your art your MUST, rather than endlessly forced it to wait on the shelf.
It doesn’t like that so much.
And so down it comes!
So,
That’s business. And a little around how it will be impacted when you don’t put first things first. Art. Creation. Breath. Soul. Expansion. YES. You.
If it’s your relationship which you’ve allowed to stifle your flow, because you CHOSE not to make space first and foremost for the thing you need in order to breathe, eventually,
despite your BEST efforts to contain it,
because you love your relationship, you’re happy, so happy, it’s RIGHT, so right,
the river will gush out anyway.
FURIOUS at being shoved down.
And you will RUN, RUN, RUN for the hills, for the mountains, for the space, for the ALONENESS, for the time,
to be,
to exhale,
inhale,
and LET IT COME IN AND OUT IN AND OUT IN AND OUT THE WAY IT IS MEANT TO.
So,
And you will weep, and cry, and wail, and feel OH so bad, because you didn’t want it to be like this, but in the end,
you couldn’t go on for another minute pretending you were okay with anything less than a DAILY expellation of what is in you.
And if it’s your life.
Just every little bit of your self, and your life, and, well, all of it.
If it’s the way you LIVE, that you allow to be the reason you ‘can’t yet’, or ‘not today’, or ‘tomorrow, I promise!’, because meanwhile you are BUSY, and there are THINGS, don’t you know about the THINGS?!
Then eventually.
You’ll feel the bile rising in your throat.
You swallowed it down too many times already.
It turned you to addiction, to numbing, to destruction, to floating through life with a fixed smile, the oh so successful badass one who is DROWNING DROWNING DROWNING inside, and of COURSE you are, you crazy wonderful mad person you, YOU’RE DROWNING WITH THE RIVER YOU DON’T LET OUT, but now –
out it comes.
Destroying destroying destroying.
All of it all of it all of it.
FUCK THE WORLD FUCK IT GOOD FUCK IT RIGHT IN THE FACE.
Is how you will feel about it.
And you will vaguely register –
there could have been another way.
But now,
here we are.
And it is what it is.
So … yeah.
Meanwhile though –
what do you plan to do from HERE?
Are you the person who gets ANGRY, who screams ‘fuck this shit’, and goes into a furious rage at the world, really a furious rage at HERSELF, for not being who she is meant to be, who then stirs a whole bunch of shit up, makes grandiose promises and claims, starts slashing aggressive lines and sploshes of her soulwork everywhere, and then, a week later, is sitting down and taking her normal-preneur medicine like a good little girl?
Whoops, I did it again.
Forgot not to be a zombie.
Let’s wait til it all builds up again in 6 months or so.
Repeat cycle repeat cycle repeat cycle, DEAD.
Or are you the person who stands up straight today.
Boobs out, shoulders back, eyes steely.
No overt aggression or bold claims needed.
And simply decides to live a different way.
Every day now.
No matter what.
The way in which she gives her life,
for what it was given to her.
And that’s it.
Nothing dramatic about it.
But what a different freakin’ future created from it,
the moment you decided,
The End.
Either way,
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