WHAT’S F’ING WORTHY

January 24, 2019 10:25 am

I have finally fallen off the busy merry go round and live to tell about it. I have to sit and savour it, let the feelings sink in and permeate my being. Hmmm, I’ve languished too long in the sunshine of my day. I am well marinated in the do nothing. I am now in the dark of the evening. It feels good to let things be just as they are. They’ll still be here tomorrow. I sweat too much over small stuff. I am learning not to give a fuck.

It sounds like crude language.I t is not meant as such. It grabs the attention. It is a definite statement. No misunderstanding nor explanation necessary. I’m still talking about Mark Hanson’s book The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck. Truly I give too much fuck about too many things. I waste alot of energy and myself to things that don’t matter. It’s time I get educated and be more discerning.

I have to give some thought as to what is f’ing worthy. My health and well being is at the top of the list. Having an income to provide my basic needs is another. It gets more difficult to identify after these obvious. Certainly I want to be happy. But what exactly does not mean? Family and friends are important. How important and how much should you invest in their relationship? These are just a few thoughts to start those wheels whirling in my head. They don’t have to start tonight though. It is time to say goodnight for this 24th day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge.

THE SUBTLE ART OF NOT GIVING A FUCK

January 23, 2019 4:58 pm

The days are ticking away slowly or quickly depending on my frame of mind. Right now it could be better. I guess I’m running between a tortoise and a hare. That sounds about perfect, doesn’t it? Well, it isn’t at all. I have a flipping headache. I could curse up a f’ing storm but I don’t have as much wind as I did when I was a nurse. Don’t get me wrong. I did my cussing privately amongst my cohorts, except once. In the heat of the moment and frustration with my co-worker, I lost control and said f’ing in the presence of a patient. I turned myself into the authorities. It was a comedy show with tears.

Life’s been like that for me. I don’t get much of a break and I try so frigging hard to dot all the i’s and cross all the t’s. I’ve been raised by my mama. That’s how she is, too. She is much better at it than me, though. She seldom loses her cool. She suffers silently. She never cusses. She would be shocked to hear me thus. She knows very well I have a temper though. She tells me I’m like my father. Humph!

I wish that I am not so rigid with the i and the t. I wish that I could be a little more carefree. I wish I did not have to always do the right thing. I like to say I don’t really give a flying fuck and mean it. Lo and behold, this morning I came across Mark Manson. He wrote the book – The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck. I want to write that book. It’s difficult to be subtle about it, though. The very word itself is blunt and to the point. I will have to give it some serious study. I have reserved the book at the library. Hanson writes:

” In my life, I have given a fuck about many people and many things. I have also not given a fuck about many people and many things. And those fucks I have not given have made all the difference.”

I will make a report after I have read the book and tried out some of the ideas. I am #72 on the list. There are 9 copies.