I was in a book store the other day and couldn’t help but laugh.
All within a foot of each-other, were five books in the ‘Self Improvement’ section with a variation of the word ‘fuck’ in the title.
I’m not sure what this says about the self-improvement industry, but after flicking through these titles for a few minutes, their shared message became clear;
Chill. The fuck. Out.
If life makes you feel like a hedgehog gathering speed as it rolls down a rocky hill, with no other option than to curl up into a tight little ball and hope for the best-
And chill the fuck out.
The world feels like it moves quicker than it actually does.
We’re fantastic at making ourselves feel like we’re the irreplaceable cog of some system; it could be an office job, a cricket team, or an online forum about winter melons which you’ve been wanting to leave for years, but haven’t due to fear of letting someone down.
Most of us feel like there’s some community out there which needs us to go on. To put our heads down and work, work, work, because if we don’t, who will?
The truth? Someone probably will.
Someone else could do your job. No matter how important it is, someone else could do it. No exceptions. Even if no-one else would, someone absolutely certainly, one-hundred-percent positively could.
At face value, this realisation can be bleak. Especially if what you do for, and mean to, other people is at the cornerstone of your identity.
Upon coming to terms with this realisation, we have a choice;
We can be sad about it, or we can use it to free ourselves.
If someone else could do what you do, you should only do the thing which you most want to do.
Think about this.
Calm down. Trust Sandra with the board papers. Trust Sasha to wicketkeep next game. Trust Rodney to handle the winter melon forum for a month or two… What’s the worst that could happen?
F*ck everything else.