I don’t take shortcuts anymore. I used to. I used to think
half-assed was more than good enough. I used to do as little as possible to get
the most I could. But I don’t do that anymore. I can’t. It’s not who I am. But
it took me awhile to learn that.
I go all in now. If I’m gonna do something, I do it right —
or at least I do it really hard and hope it’s right. It’s the way I’m wired and
the way I was brought up.
Oh, and I don’t have a shutoff switch. There’s that.
Productive and destructive. Sometimes at the same time.
I see so many people just mailing it in. They seem to be
aimlessly wandering through life. Staring off into nothingness waiting for
something to happen. Or they do just enough to get by and move on.
Not me. Just enough is never good enough. And good enough
just doesn’t cut it.
Even if I’m doing something irresponsible I don’t like to
half-ass it. Like for instance, drinking. If I’m in the right mood, I don’t fuck
around man. I get it done. I’ve learned that approach can backfire real
quick-like, but sometimes I do it anyway. Because I do.
One of my favorite quotes comes from a work client from a
few years back. A bunch of us were at the bar, drinking after a long day of boring
seminars and other useless business stuff we’ll never use in real life. He was
ready to get drunk. His mantra for that evening: “I didn’t come here to get no
haircut.”
A bit redneck, yes. Somewhat incoherent and imprecise, sure.
But to me it meant “This is no time to fuck around. Let’s do this!” And he
proceeded to drink himself into oblivion.
He showed up for day two of the seminar more than a little
green, smelling of Jameson, but I tell you what, he set a goal and accomplished
the shit out of it — no doubt, no question. I admire that. Maybe I shouldn’t.
But I do.
Going all in with all you got is better when the goal and
the outcome are of a more positive and productive nature than annihilating
yourself at a bar. But the concept is still the same to me: don't do it unless
you plan to really give it.
Don’t ever settle for good enough. Maybe know where your
shutoff switch is, just in case you need it, but don’t ever half-ass it. You’re better than that.
Maybe I care too much about shit I shouldn’t care so much
about. Maybe I don’t know when to give up. Maybe I think too much. Maybe it’s
cutting years off my life. Probably.
I might not always get far, and I might fuck up and fail
more often than not, but I’m always gonna go all in on my way there.
I have to. For me.
JS
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