Seriously boys and girls: don’t even. If you knew what a
weekend I’ve had with clients, dating and my elderly cats, you’d feel remorse and shame for even
thinking of giving me all that attitude. (I forgive you.) Dear Jebus, this lifestyle of being young, gifted and Jewrican is wearing
me down. And yet, somehow, somehow, I rise up on my broomstick to make it through
another day. Or something. Speaking of which…
Day 26: Change your
attitude to change your life.
I try, on principle, to not only not read the humorless sadness that
is Cosmo magazine, but to not even know from it, as my Jewish grandmother in Coney Island would have said. But, a few years ago, when I was
bartending, one of the waitresses I worked with, used to waste my time “discussing” that magazine's “articles”
with me. (Last I heard, she was on Facebook bragging about the boyfriend she
met working at a strip-club in Texas…so clearly she didn’t waste her life. #oy) I
remember there was once this unintentionally hilarious article about the necessity
of changing your physical and mental habits in order to change your life. One piece
of “advice” included in the article, was to sleep on a different side of the bed, than the side you usually sleep on,
in order to wake up with a new point of view. Okey-dokey.
But this crappy and hilarious if somewhat sad advice aside…you do
have to change your attitude to really change your life. Once, for example, I
started seriously engaging upon this business, I stopped hanging out with a lot
of my former TV colleagues, since their negativity was toxic. I noticed that we
didn’t have much in common anymore, thank goodness, after I stopped being constantly
jaded and depressed. I was excited and enthusiastic…they found my passion “childish.”
Speaking personally, I’d rather be "childish" than negative any day of the week,
since negative thinking tends to bring with it only more negativity and a
shutting down of ideas and opportunities.
Whatever you’re trying to achieve, if you go at it with the
same poor attitude you bring to a job or life you hate...well, seriously: how could you possibly expect to
gather the momentum, energy and passion necessary to undertake real change? Change
demands the best of you because it’ll eventually give you the best of yourself.
I’m not necessarily going to say, “change your attitude to change your
altitude,” but yes, I’ll be thinking it. (I told you I was tired. Shut-up.I've already had The Kitten giving me serious attitude for my walk of shame and dog hair. Don't ask.)
Day 27: Acknowledge
your power.
This is a big one for me. It sounds so trite…but in many
ways, it’s the bedrock of getting started on anything important. Several years
ago, I “dated” (...or something...sigh.) a very handsome boy. He was a former model, with great personality and looks. In the midst of our (cough cough) "relationship" he went on food-stamps. He wouldn't get a job, but he did invest the weeks necessary to go through the bureaucracy to qualify for and receive food stamps. Fine. Let’s face it:
it’s fun to eat every day, in fact, to eat several times a day. This is the same
kid who didn’t pay his cable bill for 6 months at a time, but managed to
convince the representative at TimeWarner to give him free cable during the
2010 football season, so as not to miss watching the Detroit Lions. Did I mention this boy had an actual MBA from an actual accredited university in these United States of America? The plot thickens.
He could talk very well, he could present, he looked great…but he
was on food stamps, he was depressed and he had zero self-confidence. Whenever I would try to get him hired as a real-estate
broker, or sell insurance—things he could have done oh so easily given the scope
of his personality and looks—he made sure to sabotage everything. Don’t even get
me started on the cocktail party he went to, set up by a former work colleague
to help him get a job, at which he showed up to drunk, hungover and
high on cocaine. Or the cover letter he wanted to send that started out, I
swear to Yahweh,”Yo…” Who wouldn’t want to employ that? Oy.Obviously, he was frightened of being hired, of changing his life, of living up to his potential.
So, with this talented if determined-to-be-doomed boy in
mind, I say: Acknowledge. Your. Power! This boy was helpless because he thought
of himself as helpless. He assumed he was helpless and he became helpless. You
think that’s New Age sh*t? I promise you: we become what we think we are. If
this kid could have seen himself the way other people did—handsome, a good
talker, sharp—he wouldn’t have accepted being on food stamps and day-drinking, while occasionally working
as a waiter. Not with an MBA. He
simply wouldn’t have stood for it. (...Some of you are wondering what the hell I was doing with this kid...while others have understood that he was fine. As. Hell, son! Oh my lord, was this boy smoking hot. So often I curse my vagina for her poor choices. Seriously.)
Therefore, my plea to you is: acknowledge your power,
acknowledge the talents you already have and determine to do the best by yourself.
Treat yourself the way you’d treat a friend you truly loved and cared for. You’d
want that person to be happy, to be fulfilled, to be at their best, wouldn’t
you? You’d hate to see a friend you loved working at something that degraded their abilities and didn't make them happy…wouldn’t you? So why should
that be okay for wonderful you? Spoiler alert: IT’S NOT!
…Oh, and don’t start cover letters with the word, “Yo,”
because each time you do it takes years off my life and after Saturday night, I already feel like
I don’t have that many left.That was your two for the price of one! Want more
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