Let Go of Your Lies and Step Into MOTHERFUCKING GREATNESS |

We all have a million and one reasons for why we haven’t done X.

We’re busy, we’re poor, we’re not good-looking enough, we have no confidence, we failed last time, we’re just not good at X, blah blah blah blah fuckin’ blaaaaaah.

We lie to ourselves in service of not moving forward. In service of holding ourselves back. It’s a sick habit.

And here’s the scariest part: we usually aren’t even aware that we’re doing it. Our lies feel like the truth.

Our litany of excuses serves as the soundtrack crooning underneath all that we do (or rather, don’t do). It plays so softly, we barely notice it…

The lyrics go something like:

I don’t care about myself enough to face the truth

That I’m full of shit and just need to go do

Maybe it’s time I come out of this shell

Cause staying in here sure feels like hell

But I won’t

Cause I’m scared

And unworthy

Whatever

I think I’ll just go watch a Bravo! marathon and eat cheeto’s…

It’s a beautiful song, isn’t it? So melodious and soothing. A lullaby that successfully puts every honest-to-God, “I SO DEEPLY WANT X” desire to sleep.

Well. Consider this your damn alarm clock, cause it’s time to wake the fuck up.

This ain’t no “Sleeping Beauty” and you are not Princess Aurora. Or Briar Rose. Or whatever the fuck her name was. And you already know there is no Prince so we’re not even going there.

Listen, really: your sleepy-time web of lies? The story you tell yourself about why X hasn’t happened yet? Y’know, every excuse you claim as “the truth” regarding your procrastination, that you know deep-down is just a bunch of BS??

THAT STORY IS FUCKING BORING. And you need to quit it.

It’s a universal story of mediocrity and overwhelming stagnation. It’s the story of a life that never erupts into beautiful, full, awe-inspiring bloom. As long as you’re telling that story and continually tuning in, you’re a bud on a tree, babe. Just a bud.

And there’s nothing wrong with buds. Some people like being buds.

But you don’t.

I know you don’t because you’re here, and you’re reading this. And if you’re on my mailing list, and read my emails, and watch my videos, and haven’t unsubscribed yet, it’s because you want more from yourself. You want more from your life. You want to be fulfilled, empowered, and live like the She-Ra Warrior Princess you know you are. Stop letting yourself get lulled into that sleepy, “Nah, I’m just a bud…” existence. You’re not a bud. So let’s talk about showing off those goddamn one-of-a-kind petals.

What do you want?

Pause. Think.

Hmmm…

No, like really: What. Do you. WANT?

Pause. Think some more.

And how about actually acting on it this time??

Don’t think too much; your playlist of lies will cue up again.

But really - is it even possible? Could you do it? Have it? Get closer to it?

Like, right now??

Stop reading. Go get a pen. Get a piece of paper. Let’s start plotting the insurgence.

No but actually, go get a pen, and a sheet of paper. If you think I’m joking, I am not. Get up, boo-boo. I’ll wait.

Did you do it?

If you didn’t then I want you to close the browser window right now because you obviously don’t get it. THIS IS IMPORTANT. This is you busting outta your bud. If you can’t go get a stupid fucking pen and one measly piece of paper then I don’t want you here.

Got it?

Okay cool.

Now write down:

THIS IS ONE THING

JUST ONE THING

I AM AGREEING TO DO

BECAUSE I AM COMMITTED TO MYSELF AND MY FUTURE

BECAUSE MY MIXTAPE OF LIES IS NO LONGER SERVING ME

AND I AM SO TIRED OF NOT DOING THE THINGS I REALLY WANT TO DO.

Read it over. Read it aloud.

I’M NOT JOKING.

Take a deep breath. Look at those words. Do you mean it? If you don’t mean it, close your browser window.

Still here? Cool.

(And if you’re still here but didn’t get the pen or the paper, or write down the manifesto, or repeat it aloud, then what the fuck?? Are you too cool for pen and paper? Telling yourself you’ll “do it later”? Don’t do it later! THIS IS YOUR PROBLEM! Do it now! Gosh.)

Now that we’re all on the same page, here comes the juicy part. Write down some things you want. Don’t censor. Let it rip. Admit.

Killer bod, more confidence, more dates, all the money, a spa day. Eating healthier, a new car, a vacation in Maui, your dream job, a 401k, stronger brow game, IT COULD BE ANYTHING. There is no wrong.

Look at your list. Congratulate yourself for honestly admitting what you want. This alone, is huge.

Now, pick one.

Whichever one jazzes you the most in this moment. It doesn’t have to be “the right one”. Just pick - don’t overthink it. One thing you know you want to change. A way in which you want to transform. Eenie-meenie-miney-moe it, if you have to.

OH THIS IS ABOUT TO GET SO REAL AND GOOD.

If you would be so kind, take some time answering and jotting down responses to the following questions:

What would having/doing/being that thing look like?

Envision yourself. You’re there. It’s yours.

Where are you?

Who are you with?

What do you look like?

What are you wearing?

What’s the weather like?

Look at your face. Are you happy? Elated? Focused? At peace?

Close your eyes. Really envision. See it. Observe. Make it real.

AND IF YOU HONESTLY CAN’T SIT WITH YOURSELF AND CLOSE YOUR EYES AND PONDER YOUR LONGING AND SEE WHAT ARISES INTERNALLY AND TAKE NOTES THEN JUST STOP READING ANY FURTHER.

Why am I yelling so much today??

Because this version of you, this vision of a potential future, is you in full bloom. And this vision needs to be paid attention to, and honored, and seen. It needs space to breathe. Give it space to breathe right now.

Then ask yourself: What would I have to do to move towards that version of me?

What’s the first step?

How simple can it be? Can you make it easy? (We usually can…)

Would you have to cancel something? Schedule something? Make a phone call? Commit one hour to having a conversation with someone who can help you move towards that one thing? Buy something? Quit something?

What’s step one? You know what it is. Admit.

Write it down.

This is your holy grail.

Circle it. Highlight it. Tape it to your mirror. Sleep with it under your pillow. It’s a fucking seed that’s going to grow into the sexiest stupidest raddest flower you’ve ever seen.

You’re going to do it, right? This week. You’re going to do it.

You can't shrink away from this. If I was in the room with you I would be grasping both of your hands and looking you square in the eye while proclaiming:

“You are so, so, ready to act on this. More than ready. You have everything it takes to start, and to start sooner than you think. Like, this-week-soon. Today-soon. And I know you have doubts on following through, but don’t worry about follow-through right now. Just start. Starting eliminates the version of the story about why you can’t. Because you can. You can, you can, YOU CAN.”

We think we have to undo the story, or un-sing the song, or unpack the lies and excuses. But really we just need to start acting out our new story in small but committed ways. We can choose to courageously own up to the things we know we want, no matter how much we instinctively avoid them.

Commit to step one. This blog post doesn’t have to just be a blog post, or some goofy exercise. This can be the first choice in a series of many life-giving choices you are so fuckin’ pumped to start making. It will feel so, so good. But it’s up to you.

Cause if you don’t want to act now, for whatever reason, then at least hear this:

Ya gotta stop lying to yourself. Admit it: you want stuff.

How beautiful. How human. How unavoidable.

Now be your own biggest supporter; hold yourself accountable. Be kind but fierce in your commitment to your own journey. No one has ever regretted moving in the direction of a dream - any dream.

I cannot wait to witness the magical, brilliant, spectacular things ahead of you. And you will be the biggest fucking reason behind why it all happened. Pat yourself on the back; you’re crossing off step one.

GoalsAmy YoungComment