As I was puttering around the blogosphere, I came across a post called “Fuck Yes or No” (sorry, I censored it in the title, but I’m just not going to do that for this entire post). Essentially, if you or the person involved does not say “fuck yes”, then consider it a no.
Its original context is sex and dating, and in that arena it’s a genius rule; why would you want to be with someone who isn’t actively excited about being with you? Forget all of the “is s/he into me, why haven’t they called/etc” and just move on.
I read that earlier this week, and I keep coming back to it throughout my day.
While trying on clothes. Wellllll, this dress is okay. The top is weird, but I guess I could rip it out or something and…
Is it a fuck yea? It’s not? Okay, then that’s a no. Move on.
Then as I was working on some earrings, but not feeling particularly inspired I found myself thinking,
Does the thought of making these make you say fuck yea? Oh, you’re just doing this out of guilt that you have unused craft supplies? Go do something you’re actually excited about!
Or when I woke up at the crack of dawn and proceeded to waste time on some funny story websites, but wasn’t even cracking a smile.
I’m not even really enjoying this am I? This is just autopilot. Let’s go find something to say fuck yea about.
Yes, of course this can’t always be the case. Sometimes at work, as I stare at my overflowing to do list, I am definitely not cheering fuck yea. But. Of course I need a paycheck. And those time of stress are evened out by the funny moments with my clients and coworkers, and the feeling of accomplishment and making a difference I get from this job.
Not every moment is going to be a fuck yea moment, but I can make choices that give me a lot more of those moments instead of comfortable apathy.
Welp, I just broke my record for number of swear words in a post. I’m now going to go make sure my mom never reads this.