The "f*ck it" moment in life and art
The inauguration is tomorrow. Do you feel stuck, afraid, appalled? Yeah, me too.
Ready or not, here comes the new era.
Fuck it.
“Fuck it” rises up in me when I’ve been thinking too much and trying too hard to hold space open for all that’s going on. This past year was a bear for holding space. Let’s start with the election. How are you coping? My approach has been, “I will not despair! It’s important to have hope!”
Well, fuck it.
The skill of holding hope while others flail is useful, and it’s also a way of deflecting my own flailing. That’s right, I’m a flail deflector – say that three times fast. I quietly flail inside, unbeknownst even to myself, until it erupts. And if I’m flailing inside while holding space for others, well, I’m holding piss-poor space.
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