The B Word

100 Little Pleasures of (Touring) Life

or

complaining how I'm not blogging enough (as noted here)

Both make me anxious. 100 Little Pleasures since I've been doing it for 2 1/2 years and am only on #56. Not that I'm on any sort of time line but I'd like to finish it in the near future. The other because I don't want to write about complaining, since it's pretty much completely opposite of what 100 Little Pleasures is all about. But I also have to admit: I still beat myself for not taking the time to write. 

And The B Word is to blame. The B Word is all around me. It keeps me up at night, it wakes me up first thing in the morning, it makes me crazy, it keeps me sane, it's the bane of my existence and it's the thing that makes up most of my existence.

The B Word stands for: Busy.

Credit

Like most annoyances or bad habits, I've been trying to stop. I'm working on learning to delegate, but at the end of the day, shit's gotta get done. So the fact of the matter is, I AM busy. And my life is going to continue to BE busy. But if I keep up this pace, I'm not going to make it. I'll eventually fall down or break down and neither one will be pretty.

So instead of tying to quit it, I've decided to reframe it. 

I'm renaming The B Word.

Or, rather, Katherine Fritz has renamed it for me. Katherine is a 20something blogger from Philadelphia who wrote a great piece for Yoganonymous. At one point in my life, I took time to read blogs. I don't do that so much anymore. But, some of my friends do and they post the golden ones on Facebook, to which I am grateful.

This gem came up a few days ago and I keep returning to it for a laugh and some inspiration. I decided to pull out my favorite parts of it and share it on my blog because I think it's really important for me to rename The B Word.

A takeaway from the blog:

12 Habits of Healthy, Happy People 
Who Don’t Give A Sh*t About Your Inner Peace

by Katherine Fritz on Yoganonymous

:: Do whatever the fuck you want.

:: Seriously, do you want that burger? Then just fucking eat a burger. Don’t be gross about it, and don’t eat a burger three meals a day. But I beg you, women and image-conscious male humans of the world, stop beating yourself up about it and just eat the fucking burger.

:: Be incessantly curious about the world around you! Experience art, science, beauty, and nature! But stop beating yourself up on those nights when you just want to sit your ass on the couch and watch reruns of Friends.

:: Make time for yourself. After you’ve run that 5K, started a load of laundry, harvested your organic vegetable garden, run to the bank, paid the bills, dazzled everyone with recipes that are cost-effective, healthy, and delicious, thought of something witty and clever to share with your social networking site, caught up on current events and politics, and cleaned all of the house, that special hour set aside just for you is so critical to your well-being.
(NOTE: making time for yourself seems like one of the cruelest bits of advice of all. I’ll make plenty of time for myself. Once I finish all of the things.)

:: Don’t care what other people think. Unless they’re right. In which case, fucking humble yourself enough to listen to them.

:: Don’t be a terrible person. Be nice to others.  

::  Find some fucking purpose in your life, and figure out a way to share that purpose with others in a way that isn’t sanctimonious.

::  Laugh because you’ve surrounded yourself by people who make you laugh, and they’re funny fucking people, and you’re happy to be with them. Dance because you’re drunk at a big dance party with your friends and Michael Jackson is playing, not because ‘no one is watching.’ Everyone is watching. We’re at a fucking party. That’s how parties work.

:: Do. Whatever. The Fuck. You Want.