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Fucking up is a freedom.

It has taken me a long time to realize how much I love fucking up. Many times, my mistakes have been extremely painful or embarrassing, and made me associate failure with something wrong. Something I should avoid. Most of the time though, it created some bruising. The ego takes a hit. My pride takes a hit. It hurts, really fucking hurts. Especially with a cute oversized ego like mine. This is where I get excited. It is my freedom to decide how I will respond. It is my freedom to take my power back if I have given it away. It is my freedom to learn something new. It is my freedom to grow. It is the perfect time to restructure my views on failing. I don't view my experiences as fuck ups. I have forgiven them as stepping stones and tools for the woman I know myself to be. She is powerful. She is strong. She doesn't give in to bullshit lies that try to keep her trapped. She is aware and willing to learn. I don't fuck up. I experience. This, This right here is the freedom.


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