Why “Fuck It’ Moments Should be Mandatory

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Some of my best decisions have come from saying “fuck it”.

“Fuck it” i’ll move to Australia.
“Fuck it” let’s get drunk tonight.
“Fuck it” i’m blowing off training to climb into bed early with a good movie and 15 multicoloured cushions. Because you can never have enough cushions.

Seriously, “fuck it” moments should be taught in school as a way of pushing us out of our comfort zone or ridding ourselves of stress. It’s like our inner child rebelling that leaves us with this delightful feeling of satisfaction that’s a little bit naughty and a little bit nice.

Think about it. Have you ever had a busy day at work where the hours have flown by so quickly you wonder what you have actually achieved? All the while you’ve got tonight’s class niggling at the back of your brain or what food you’re going to have to quickly grab on the mad dash home. Shit, will you actually even have time to do any of those things?!

And then you think “fuck it”, the gym can wait and i’m ordering a pizza so large it would injure a small child if it landed on them. You’ll probably get a side of garlic bread too. Possibly wedges.

Those moments – they’re the best.

I actually started the draft of this post 2 nights ago at about 8pm only to get half way through and think, you know what? “Fuck it!” I’m going to postpone this and snuggle instead because yeah, sleep. I really like it and I’ve not had a bedtime before 9pm in I don’t know how many years so I turned the lights out and star fished the shit out of my bed.

The result was a fresh faced ninja ready to take on the world the next day. I also dribbled a fair bit that night which i’m putting down to the quality of sleep. Pretty sure it’s a scientific fact that a high dribble count = a high quality sleep and if it doesn’t then it’s only a matter of time people. You heard it here first.

And the beauty of these moments is that it can be applied to any part of your life. Not feeling the night out you had planned? Be a little selfish, do what it is you want and turn your phone off for the night if socialising and a hefty bar tab is not for you. There’s no shame in a little me time. In fact there’s plenty of people that can vouch for this type of behaviour being beneficial to your overall happiness.

“fuck it” moment is also a great opportunity to try something you might not normally think to. Like riding a machine bull whilst intoxicated for example. You know, the kind that spins you round and you have to hold on for dear life whilst trying to remain a certain level of cool and hope a boob doesn’t pop out of your play suit. Fun times.

I must admit I thoroughly enjoy a food “fuck it” moment which will come as no surprise to those of you who know me best. My most recent being a visit to a wonderful little Italian Restaurant in Scarborough. I chose the gnocchi pasta with chicken and bacon in a cream sauce plus half a bottle of wine (ok a full bottle) and a side of even more pasta.

Pasta flares up my psoriasis, wine affects my anxiety the day after and a food baby was inevitable but do you think that stopped me?

Hell no H20!

That pasta didn’t know what hit it. Neither did my jeans. Honestly I can’t even blame the wine; I should start wearing a bib.

Structure and routine are awesome for self development and progression but “fuck it” moments are good for the soul.

So cut yourself some slack my little sponge muffins and do what it is you really want to do once in a while and not what you think you should do.

I’d also like to add at this point that I am available for gnocchi get togethers 7 nights a week and am a cheap date.

Think about it.

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