Satire
Daring To Be “Unremarkable” Today
Some days I simply can’t be bothered to “slay my dragons”
Unleash The Giant within? More like unleash the couch potato within. Sorry Tony Robbins, but I simply can’t today.
Yeah, I know those dreams are waiting for me to catch them, but so is my bed. And also the latest TV show that helps me escape from this overwhelming and overachievement-pushing world.
Self-help is becoming yet another full-time job for this lazy loving gal, and I really don’t want to get my knickers in a twist about all the self actualization fluff.
Life is busy enough with me just trying to make it through a day, without pulling my hair out.
Joining the 5am club? Me? Heck no, you must be kidding. I’m a premium member of the 8.30 am club.
I would have made it the 10am club, but I gotta get up and go to that dreaded job, that enables me to pay for my Netflix subscription, and lazy takeout days.
What's with all the constantly rushing to be the best at everything? All these self development tools, courses, programmes, and masterclasses are simply bone-deep exhausting, and can get expensive.
Nah, I’d rather call a friend and rant my heart out for free. Then sink into my sofa for a heavy dose of Netflix-and-chill-therapy, or dance to some crazy 80's tunes for free in my bedroom, looking like a mad fool.
Because what the point of life, if it’s all about being our greatest selves? Life is for living, as they say. Believe me, I feel very alive lost in a gory battle depicting period drama, or reading a good book.
This simple gal is living in the land of mediocrity and loving it. I’m smashing the Mrs Nobody title this year, and all those who think I could be doing more can go build their ever-burnt out, and tired arse empires elsewhere. Far away from this bedroom slippers loving and PJ’s wearing gal.
I’m walking away from the path of constant emotional and physical wear and tear in order to “be my best self”. Those clever self-help book marketers aren't going to rope me in with soul-guilting titles. I’m immune to it, suckers.
I simply can’t be bothered to care to climb the mountain of excellence today. I’m merrily resting in my divine laziness, and no motivational speaker is going to talk me out of it.
Because some days I simply can’t be bothered, to “be my best version” or to reach for the stars. Or to live my purpose or any of the other inspirational fluffy titles we're all ushered to own.
The only thing I see myself reaching for tonight is my giant tub of vanilla and chocolate chip ice-cream.
