Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Whole-Assing It: A Re-calibration of Responsibility
Since I've quit my job, I've been thinking a lot. Thinking about priorities, responsibilities, the next steps in everything.
I am part of a tribe of people who are responsible for a little boy's upbringing, I'm responsible for my part in nurturing my marriage, for my role in a family, for making a contribution to my household (however that pans out in this job hunt).
I also choose to be responsible for the role of being a person online...writing, interacting with people, nurturing long distance friendships, and offering my opinions here and elsewhere.
These are big things. These are the things I give the most fucks about. These are the things I don't want to half-ass. I've known that. It's not new. What is new is that I am sloughing off the extras.
I am seriously thinking--not for the first time--of getting rid of about 90% of my physical "to be read" pile of books. The ones that run off shelves and creep into corners. Because honestly, I don't give any fucks about being beholden to those stacks.
You may be wondering, "What about #ReadMyOwnDamnBooks?"
I've learned a lot from that in three months. I've learned that 90% of the books in my house get none of my fucks. They are wallpaper. Hopefully they can help my family by being sold or help someone else by going into a Little Free Library.
I haven't had NonCompliance Network for long, but I'm thinking about moving it in here. I was trying to "do something right" and "be professional" by keeping this spot for books and growing a blog elsewhere for other things, but you are here. I am here! If you're only here for the books, you may be disappointed when I post about life and makeup and clothes and shit.
I'll be bringing a lot more non-compliance into this space in both look and feel. I think most of you are probably not surprised. I love writing here more than almost anything else I do in life. That is a-OK.
I need to whole-ass my health. My husband and I have re-embraced a "real food" lifestyle. I'm not anemic! It's going great, I feel better than I have in ages, and with some work-from-home time on the near horizon, I have space to exercise for the first time in foreverrrrr. Some of this weight is going for my health and for the investment in my future. Those are fucks worth giving.
What do you insist on whole-assing?