I am in desperate need of a pep talk.
Motivation wise my life is somewhat of a bleak affair right now. I have absolutely nothing in the way of mojo, I’m out of my routine, I’m lacking in confidence and I quite badly need someone to pour me a big glass of vino, grab me by the shoulders, look deep into my eyes and tell me, in no uncertain terms, how utterly fucking wonderful I am.
JACKET – Filles And Papa
Sadly there isn’t really anyone around to do that at the moment and so last night, after a couple of glasses of wine and a meaningful stare at myself in the bathroom mirror as I did my teeth, I decided that the best person to help me out of this bind was, as always, me.
And then I thought, because I have this incredible ability to overthink every conceivable situation, I’m probably not the only one in need of a pep-talk right now.
The drive and excitement that came in January as we all promised ourselves that a ‘new year meant a new me’ is dwindling, the weather is a pile of dog shit and means that a lot of us can’t go about our normal routines and then of course, Spring (the ever elusive season of dreams), whilst seemingly so close, is still fucking weeks away.
If any of the above sounds relatable (which it probably will cause we all feel like this from time to time) I got ya.
So here’s the pep talk you might need to hear right now.
If I were writing a script of my life, this would be the monologue I would give to the character of my best friend to read to me every time I was having a crisis of confidence (weekly).
I would then release it to the public and prescribe it to best friends everywhere, translating it into all the languages, so that mojo-lackers the world over could be gifted the boost that they so badly need.
YOUR PEP TALK:
*imagine the smell of wine on my breath and my fingernails digging into your shoulders*
You are here for a reason.
The world is an immensely massive and complicated thing, it is beyond anyone’s understanding how we got here, why we are as we are and what is going to happen to us. The very fact that you are alive is an actual and literal miracle.
So do me a favour and think about your body. Think about it right now.
Touch something. Wiggle your toes. Take a deep breath. Pull your shoulders back. Lick your lips. Blink.
You are alive.
Do you know how LUCKY you are to be alive? To be here and breathing and existing.
You are SO lucky.
Why are you here? FUCK KNOWS. But you are.
DON’T WASTE THAT.
We waste so much time. We let things go, we miss opportunities, we are too scared to go after what we want.
Not today, we tell ourselves, I’ll try again tomorrow. It’s just not the right time. I’m planning on it. Thinking of doing it one day. Blahblahblah.
BITCH C’MON. You only have a certain number of days here – who knows how many?! Don’t waste these precious presents.
Go after what you want! What’s the worst anyone can do to you? Say no? Laugh? Reject you?
LITERALLY WHO EVEN ARE THEY AND WHY DO THEY MATTER??????
Fuck them right up the bum.
You haven’t got space in your head to worry about everyone, to care about strangers’ thoughts, to stress about everything.
Worry about yourself and the people that you love.
The rest of them? Those grumpy people and their pathetic thoughts about you, they don’t matter. They just don’t.
You can’t live your life in fear. Much less in fear of other people and their stupid, miserable opinions on you.
Put yourself first and go after what YOU want.
Sit up tall, right now. Seriously, do it. Pull your shoulders back, take a deep breath and say the following sentence:
Fuck the fear.
Now say it louder.
Life is way, way too short to let things pass you by. Life is really, really, really way too short to be frightened.
Do you want a life full of regret? Do you fuck.
You want to lie on your death bed in years to come and be proud as hell of the life that you chose to live. You want to be proud of the decisions that you made and the person that you became.
What you do today, and tomorrow, and the day after – those are the decisions and the actions that will shape you into that person.
It’s never too late to learn a bit more. There’s always more time. You can always work a little harder. Do a little more. Try, try, try.
Don’t be afraid to fall.
Falling is okay, falling is normal, falling is good. Falling is proof that you tried. And you know what? You can pick yourself back up. The more you do it, the easier it will get. Every time, it will be easier. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off and try, try and try again.
You are enough. You are good enough. Strong enough. Brave enough. Smart enough. Tough enough.
You. Are. Enough.
You were enough yesterday, you are enough today and you will be enough tomorrow.
If you want to be, you can be more than enough. But only if you’re up to it.
Even if you can’t see it right now, you need to believe me when I tell you that you are valued and appreciated and necessary. People love you and people need you and people appreciate you. Even if they can’t show you that all the time, it doesn’t mean they don’t care. They’re just dealing with their own shit. Remember that, we’re all dealing with our own shit.
And you know how hard shit can be to deal with.
Don’t wait for the world, full of people carrying bags of their own shit around, to tell you that you’re enough. Don’t wait for someone to prove it to you.
You don’t need validation or confirmation.
Not from anyone, but you. And me – right now. But mostly you.
You’ve got this.
Whatever ‘this’ is, you got it.
You’re brilliant. You’re smart. You’re sassy as hell. And you are so totally and completely able to rustle up a bit of mojo.
Rustle it up. Rustle rustle rustle.
Get some headphones in, turn the speakers on, find yourself an anthem and play it really fucking loudly.
Tell yourself that you are enough.
Remind yourself of all the cool shit that you’ve done.
Pat yourself on the back.
Order a pizza.
Even bigger smile this time. BIG SMILES FOR PIZZA.
Treat yo’ self. Don’t care how you do it.
But do it, because you d-e-s-e-r-v-e-i-t.
You’re the master of your own fate, captain of your own ship, whatever cheesy bullshit quote you wanna use, babe, use it.
You’re in charge. Your life is in your hands. And it’s a great life, in some really fucking fabulous hands.
So go forth, my darling, and conquer.
Paint your face blue if you have to, have your own little Braveheart moment – charge into battle with all the confidence you can muster. Whether today’s battle is a boardroom, a bar or even just the bedroom. Wherever it is you’re going, go there with purpose.
You’re a beautiful girl with a beautiful body and a beautiful mind. Rock the fucking shit out of it and make yourself proud.
*finishes wine and falls over*
Well, I’m pleased to report the pep talk must have worked a bit, because I got the blog post finished.
Sorry for all the ‘fucks’ and the ‘shits’, but that was the pep talk of a drunk best mate, and if your drunk best mates are anything like mine, than the fucks and the shits are unavoidable.
Big love to one and all. May the mojo be restored and the confidence be with you in abundance.
If there was any glaring nugget of inspiration that I missed, no doubt I will be in need of another stirring pep talk before long, please do leave your pearls of wisdom in the comment section.
(Also, if you’re on the hunt for a little bit more in the way of inspiration – check out the blog post I wrote last week about finding your voice when you feel like everyone is silencing you – as it turns out I’m turning into quite the motivator).
JACKET – Filles & Papa