Well hello my unintended and unplanned audience! In my very first personal blog post I’m going to write about having the guts to do whatever you want without having all of your shit figured out beforehand. Before I get into that let me hit you with this disclaimer: Yes, I have a potty mouth. Curse words seem to roll off the tongue and pen so nicely for me. I’m sure there are worse atrocities going on in the world than a few profanities flying around the internet. I probably won’t use them in every sentence like a HBO series, but there will most likely be one in each of my posts. Sorry, not sorry.
Glad I got that shit out of the way. Anyway, one of the things I’m grateful for as I become more mature and better at adulting is I’m becoming less concerned with making mistakes and more concerned with action. In my twenties I had less grit, confidence, and was painfully indecisive. If I wanted to do something, any word of caution from anyone would make me second guess myself and send me in an infinite tailspin of inaction. I always had (and sometimes still do have) the mindset of I’ve made mistakes in the past, and no matter what, I don’t want to make another one.
Well friends, I’m here to tell you that no matter what you do, you’re going to fuck up. No matter what you try, you’re going to make mistakes. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Mistakes imply that you were out there doing something, trying something, living your life, or bettering yourself. You weren’t just sitting on your couch in your underwear, eating Cheetos and whipped cream, and binge watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians. No! You bunch of fuck-ups were out there doing stuff, even if it was wrong! Good for you! J.K. Rowling stated this more eloquently when she said, “It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all—in which case, you fail by default.” Word.
Before creating this blog I sent a text message to my immediate family with a list of titles and asked which one they liked best. Of course my Dad was the first to reply and said, “What about Newt Gingrich?” Thanks, Dad ;). Then my oldest brother replied, “I like all your names but I think it depends on who you are wanting your audience to be.” Then my other, older brother replies, “Word. Like what are your core competencies?” At this point in the text I had a little chuckle, but also experienced a moment of hesitation. I hadn’t given any thought to whom my audience may be and I don’t even know what core competencies are. The insecure asshole that lives in my head (let’s call him Steve, most Steves are assholes), yelled through his scratchy megaphone, “Hey Andrea, dumbass, maybe you should have taken some more time to think this through.” Suddenly I began to wonder if I should even have a blog, if the articles are going to be stupid, if I was a good enough writer, etc. Steve and his negativity swept through my brain like a F5 tornado in a midwestern trailer park. Luckily for me, more confident Andrea showed up with some steel-toed boots and kicked Steve right in the balls and said, “Fuck it, I may not have all of my shit together, but I’m going to do this anyway.”
While I know my brothers were trying to help me, I can choose to take their advice or keep moving without it. I’m creating a silly blog, not quitting my job and taking out a $30,000 loan to start an artisanal cheese and crackers food truck business (although if you want to do this I enthusiastically support this decision). It’s ok to listen to advice, but don’t let it stifle your actions to the point where you’re entombed in a sarcophagus of indecision. Listen to your more confident self. If your more confident self says, “Hmmm, maybe you should plan this out a little more,” then do that. If it says, “Screw that, just keep on keepin’ on,” then do that. It’s amazing what can happen when you kick your Steve in the balls and just listen to yourself. Just DO IT! And if you don’t take my word for it, then perhaps you’ll be persuaded by Benedict Cumberbatch or Shia LaBeouf.