I Refuse to ONLY Do What I’ve Always Done

For the past 3 and a half years I’ve been talking shit. I talked so much shit that it was either time to confront the culprit or shut the fuck up. So on May 31st 2016, I finally said my “Goodbyes” and did what I said I was going to do; I left my “career” of the past 6 years.

The reasons for my departure came at a time in which my life was getting back on track to being a peaceful, joyful, do what the fuck you love type of world. At this time I knew who I was, what I was up against and that it was going to be a challenge, a challenge I was up for accepting.

I love a challenge and the work was no longer challenging, perhaps it hasn’t been for years. It became redundant and I felt like a puppeteer, adult babysitter and a basic ass sales person.

During this time I had several “Ah Ha Moments” which enlightened me on who and what I should be doing.  As much as I love indulging in days and nights of “Remy Races” and “Ghetto Punch” I had to be realistic and scale that shit back to almost zero. I can’t be running around with drunken ass nights expecting to wake up migraineless (made up word) while trying to convince myself how fun I am without this shit. When you get slammered the night before all of these big elaborate plans you had to take over the world next day.

Nah. Not happening.

You NEED all of your rest. All of your nutrients, vitamins and energy.  Yes, indulging is fun, but I’ve been high off of life since the 80’s.  I’m out here on continuance of greatness and elevation,  I’d prefer to be learning simultaneously or even prior to indulging. Whether it’s me networking, visiting monuments in Rome, hitting up nude beaches, or learning tips about makeup or writing; it’s a new experience and it’s gonna impact me in a great way.

 

~WorldWideWeez