Disclaimer: I did not birth the term ‘suck’. And, yes, I wish I had.
Yesterday, I went to a friend’s house to borrow a skirt, and she said, “We have to start with the shoes. What shoes are you going to be wearing? Do you have boots?” No, I don’t. And, so, she graciously handed me her black, soft, leather, knee high boots from Paris. I have to tell you, I fell in love as I zipped them up. Instantly, utterly, lustfully.
They fit like butter, they looked dangerously good, they made me feel divine. It felt like they possessed some sort of transformative super power that turned me into the 30 something fashonista I would be now if I hadn’t spent a good portion of my 20’s at a yoga ashram – finding my Warrior Pose instead of my Prada.
When I got home, full of this feeling and boots in hand, I had an epiphanic thought. Paris would be nice and so would $500 boots, but I have an internet connection and an Ebay account. And I’m gonna find my boots.
There was no effort involved. Just the flow of boot ‘juice’ from my self to my computer. And there they were, not exactly the same, possibly even a little bit hotter, in black and in brown – with a price tag of $40.00 for the pair of ’em.
That, my friends, is good, strong suck.
Suck is about calling the things you want to yourself. And getting them. It comes in a few forms – some unwanted, some just plain glorious.
You self-disparage. You second guess. You’re timid and you hide and doubt yourself. You never get what you want. Because really you don’t have any clue what it is that you want in the first place and/or you feel that you don’t deserve it.
You spend your time complaining about what you don’t want and being negative to the extent that you end up sucking the bad stuff right to your forehead. And though you will likely try, you have no one to blame but yourself (such a pisser).
Which is really to say that it’s uncontrolled and undisciplined. It’s high, it’s low; it turns on and then off on a whim. You get that ‘something’ is at play, but you don’t know what or how. You’ve given up your suck to ‘fate’.
This is what we’re all shooting for. It’s precise, directed, vacuum packed. It brings the awesome things. It empowers you. Its momentum is self-fed. And it is feels so natural, so right-on that it doesn’t feel like work – it just feels GOOD.
…And it might just get you some kickin’ boots.
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