Watch the video now before the premiere on Friday! This meditation is called Quitting Is For Winners
View the transcript below too!
Welcome back to your realistic relaxation spot.
How have you been since we last spoke?
Did you start asking people for help?
Have you started downsizing?
Did you start looking for roomates? (Or perhaps a sugar mommy?)
How’s creating that commune with a bunch of other moms or queer artists who all want to be in bed by 9:00 pm going?
Have you finished that screenplay you've been working on?
Are you cutting things out that are stressful?
It’s ok if you forgot to do some of that. There’s a lot going on right now. There’s always a lot going on. And it’s EXHAUSTING.
How do people have the energy?
(Not even bathing in the blood of virgins can give you the energy to deal with this nonsense. And it also smells pretty bad. So i hear.)
Do you want to know a secret about people who have the energy?
They don’t.
I burned out after 15 years of hustling and grinding non-stop. I used to work for at least ten hours a day, work on my side gig for a few hours, party, clean my house, run errands, and sleep for a few hours and then do it all again.
(Now i socialize once a week at most, and spend the rest of my time hiding under my bed, armed with a pointy stick to poke people who want me to do stuff)
Have you seen the standards we’re expected to meet? There are literally not enough hours in the day or dollars in the account to meet the expectations of what it means to have a clean home, a happy dog, maintained friendships, be a great employee, an incredibly fit body, have fulfilling hobbies, stay educated, relax, and then sleep.
It’s not possible. There’s no way.
The thought of doing a skin care routine every. Single. Night. Is overwhelmingly exhausting.
So screw it. Lets reprioritize.
We’re entering our cozy era.
We’re going to chill and start doing things like reading, coloring, and gaming with friends. We’re going to hike through nature and pretend like we’re in the first 20 minutes of the Fellowship of the Ring. Complete with second breakfast.
Just hiking, eating, stealing vegetables, hairy feet, old toby, and pints. So many pints.
We’re no longer making time for anything that doesn’t serve us.
We’re working on building relationships and creating communities so we don’t have to do everything on our own.
We’re packing it all up and moving in with friends on the other side of the country so we can work less and relax more.
Does that sound tough?
I don’t blame you.
A lot of us were raised to believe that quitting was the worst thing you could do. Usually because your mom bought all the equipment for soccer and as soon as you got onto the field and some little brat kicked you in the shins, you realized you didn’t actually enjoy team sports and she was furious because she spent money on your equipment, so you’re finishing out the season whether you wanted to or not.
Or maybe practicing piano just wasn’t fun.
Or maybe when you were at Irish Dance class and the bay doors were open, when Mark M. rode by on his skateboard with all his friends and saw you in a stupid little black leotard, skirt, and tights and everyone was hysterically laughing at how ridiculous you looked so you told your coach you had to go to the bathroom and then you actually puked from embarrassment because you had a huge crush on him but told everyone you hated him for some reason so you didn’t want to dance anymore even though you were actually winning competitions but the thought of being seen again was so mortifying you wanted to quit.
Hypothetically speaking of course.
So now, you don’t quit anything. And you say yes to everything. Because if you don’t, you’re worried everyone will think you’re selfish and lazy.
That is some puritanical bs, babe.
You shouldn’t be living to work. You should be living to enjoy yourself, whatever that means to you.
Like if I have an appointment at any point in the day, it’s all I’m doing that day.
And I’m dreading it the entire time I’m waiting for it to happen.
Even if it’s something I’m excited about and I want to do, I’m nervous about getting to it on time or finding parking.
So now, I’m filling my life with as a few appointments as possible. That’s what a peaceful existence means to me- as loose of a schedule as humanly possible.
And if that means living with three roommates at the age of 32 and not partaking in activities that cost more than $20, so be it. I am finding a lot of joy checking out books at the public library and reading them on my patio while watching my dog try to desperately tongue the peanut butter out of a hollow rubber ball.
It’s so much better than needing to be somewhere at a certain time, that’s for sure.
Putting your needs first and taking care of yourself, doesn’t mean you’re an inconsiderate jerk.
Resting and cutting things out that are making you miserable, doesn’t mean you’re lazy.
Changing, growing, and evolving doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. If you no longer enjoy something or someone, it’s ok to move on.
Moving on in and of itself, isn’t a bad thing.
Endings are normal parts of life and the ability to be ok when something is over, is something you should be proud of.
So what are you going to quit this week? What are you going to cut out? Let me know in the comments.
And don’t say something fun, like sugar. Unless your doctor told you to. Listen to your doctor. I am not a doctor.
Here’s what I’m cutting out: an entire client. They had a record year for profits in 2022 and they somehow still had the cajones to send over a contract for 2023 that offered me less than half of what they were paying me to narrate for their multi million dollar company last year. Oh and the scripts were twice as long.
No thanks.
I’m also cutting out beef. Not because I don’t like it but because it's too expensive. But you know what’s not too expensive?
Chicken.
And if I really get a craving for a burger, In N Out is still very reasonably priced.
I am no longer fucking around.
And I hope you aren’t either, bestie.
Good night. And good luck.
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