It’s Going To Be A Good F*cking Day
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Original graphic & quote: Stephanie DelTorchio
Your Passion Isn’t A Secret
Truth is, if you knew what excited you, you’d be doing it already. You’d probably have been doing it for most of your life.
So to be thirty, forty, fifty, sixty years old now and claim that “I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up,” is bullshit. Sorry.
You know exactly what interests you.
As a little kid I wanted to write stories. And I did. I kept that up all through school, to some praise from teachers, too. My parents “discovered” some of my journals tucked between the box spring and mattress. That didn’t go well at all.
It was the 70s. Teenage girl. Sex. Drugs. Rock ‘n Roll. Need I say more?
Follow Your Curiosity
Following your passion is easy, unless you don’t have one.
So what if you’re still a wanderer seeking that elusive feeling of enthusiasm or excitement for something or about doing something?
Eat, Pray, Love best-selling author Elizabeth Gilbert, suggests that instead of chasing your passion, try exploring it instead. Follow your curiosity. Do this without expectation that anything will come out of it other than joy. You never know, says Gilbert, “but if you let go of your passion and follow your curiosity, your curiosity just might lead you to your passion.”
Mike drop.
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Original graphic: Stephanie DelTorchio
Made For You
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Original graphic: Stephanie DelTorchio
Get Your Own F*g Pony
“Mom, can we go to the zoo?” says the five-year-old.
“Tomorrow,” says the mother.
“Mom, can I have a pony?”
“Later.”
“Dad, when can we get a red sports car like Tommy’s dad?”
“Someday.”
Parents fall back on three textbook answers to nagging questions:
“Later,” “Tomorrow,” and “Someday”.
Why?
A computer, a banana and a writer walk up to the bar
Here’s an update on the BeF.A.T. jar that I started on January 1st — eight months of finding something awesome in each day. It ain’t always easy people…
So my computer decided to freeze up today while saving a rather larger document.Four-hundred and six tries later… Okay, slight exaggeration…
Instead of heaving the thing across the room — so wanted to — I wandered in circles around the house. Normal behavior for me to solve problems, and find missing reading glasses, and contemplate life’s great debates, like why all the fuss over paper versus plastic?
In truth, circling the furniture wastes a lot of time and begs more questions than answers.
When’s the last time this place got dusted? Is there a reason the light on the cable box has been blinking since 2004? And why is there a banana peel in the bathroom sink…Why? Who left it there?
Live A Life That Matters
(NOTE: This was sent to me by a friend of this website. What a beautiful and inspirational message — perfectly aligns with the BeF.A.T. mantra. Passing along to you to enjoy and share.)
Live A Life That Matters
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire.
Masters of Distraction
Here’s a GIFT designed FOR YOU…DOWNLOAD and PRINT this CALENDAR today!
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Original graphic and quote: Stephanie DelTorchio
I Know Derek
Derek and his friend Jane.
SPOTLIGHT: As often as possible I want to shine a light on some person, place or organization who epitomizes the Be F.A.T. way of life. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Derek.
Of all the joints…
On a recent summer evening I met Derek, and his beautiful friend, Jane, at a Jimmy Buffett concert. For Parrotheads, (followers of Jimmy Buffett and the Coral Reefer Band), making new friends is Cheeseburger in Paradise nirvana. We know every song by heart, dance with complete strangers and for the better part of the day, congregate in a tropical, if not quite, religious experience.Turns out Derek, from Canada, is a traveling Parrothead. This concert was Derek’s ninety-seventh, he said, as in 9-7. I was impressed, and then quick to point out that if he’d put the money spent following J.B. and the band in the bank — tickets, travel, lodging, food — assuming a conservative compound interest rate, a sizeable nest-egg would finance his new sailboat. In cash.
GET BACK UP
I’d tried. And failed. Tripped up. Fallen down.
I stayed on the ground for a while, unable to forgive myself. You can’t fall any further down when you’re face-planted on a concrete floor — the ultimate safety net.
Here’s the thing: I didn’t want to take up full-time residency there. First of all, the view wasn’t great. And it was cold and damp and lonely in the basement.
It took a while to get to a sitting position. And more than a few collective breaths to stop that sucking for air reflex that comes with a hard angry cry.
It had been a long day, and longer night.
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