We all need thicker skin to improve in life. That’s why it’s okay to be cruel to yourself as long as you realize you’re doing it to become better.
Hours and days evaporate like creeks in the desert. Those odds stacked against you will become a damn runway! No time to waste You are giving up instead of getting hard! Tell the truth about the real reasons for your limitations and you will turn that negativity, which is real, into jet fuel. If any of that shit is stopping you from excelling in life, I’ve got some news. You aren’t missing out on opportunities, making shit money, and getting evicted because of America or Donalf fucking Trump or some people hate immigrants or jews or harass women or believe gay people are going to hell. Your life is not fucked up because of overt rascists or hidden systemic racism. Tell yourself the truth! That you’ve wasted enough time, and that you have other dreams that will take courage to realize, so you don’t die a fucking pussy. If you have worked for thirty years doing the same shit you’ve hated day in and day out because you were afraid to quit and take a risk, you’ve been living like a pussy. Tip: Can’t Hurt Me pair well with Born To Run The dirty mirror that you see every day is going to tell you the truth every time, so why are you still lying to yourself? So you can feel better for a few minutes and stay the fucking same? If you’re fat you need to change the fact that you’re fat because it’s very fucking unhealthy. If You look in the mirror and you see a fat person, don’t tell yourself that you need to lose a couple of pounds. The accountability mirror kept me on point from then on, and though I was still young when this strategy came through me, since then I’ve found it useful for people at any stage in life. Make your bed like you’re in the military every day! At first my goals involved shaping up my appearance and accomplishing all my chores without having to be asked. I set goals, wrote them on Post-It notes, and tagged them to what I now call the Accountability Mirror, because each day I’d hold myself accountable to the goals I’d set. I’d shave my face and scalp every night, get loud, and get real. It would help me get my grades up, whip my sorry ass into shape, and see me to graduation and into the Air Force. It’s time to grow the fuck up!»Ī new ritual was born, one that stayed with me for years. None of this shit is going to cut it! No more taking the easy way out.
You need to stop talking like a wanna-be-gangster. «You don’t see people in the military sagging their pants. You’re a fucking joke! You’ve never tried hard at anything in your life besides basketball, and you have goals? That’s fucking hilarious.»Īfter shaving peach fuzz from my cheeks and chin, I lathered up my scalp. You are an embarrassment.» I reached for the shaving cream, smoothed a thin coat over my face, unwrapped a fresh razor and kept talking as I shaved. «Why do you think the air force wants your punk ass? You stand for nothing.
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