How to get your shit together – a starter kit

DO YOU HAVE YOUR SHIT TOGETHER?

Maybe you do, maybe you don't. But I wrote some shit for you to read anyway.

STEP 1 - Self-fucking-realize

The first step is to get your brain to finally realize that you don't have your shit together. Your situation is not just a temporary blip. You want to have your shit together. The brain can trick you into thinking you do, and it peppers in excuses as to why at this very moment your X-variable is in disarray.

But that's not reality. The reality is if you had your shit together, you would notice that you've spent more time in disarray than being content with X-variable, and make it a priority to fix it.

Admitting this is all anyone needs to start getting their shit together. Self fucking realize.

Stop dicking around.

Nobody has enough time. And everybody bitches about it. Think back for the past week. How did you spend Monday morning, Monday evening, etc? What the fuck are you actually doing? What about the week before. Is there a negative pattern there? Stop that shit, or at least set a hard limit on yourself.

You feel guilty for a reason....

How many times have you felt ashamed/guilty about things this week? Like that laundry pile in the corner. Or embellishing in an email/message to your coworker/classmate/love interest to make you seem like you're more responsible/smarter/nicer. What was it? Fucking do whatever it was the right way now. Admit it to yourself that *this* is a pain point in your life. You don't have to admit your fuck up to anyone else. Just fucking fix it, and make a plan so you don't feel that guilty of the same thing again.

You're being stagnant. No seriously, you are.

How long has it been that you've been in this particular life stage, but waiting for the next. Job, Hobby, relationship, living situation. How long has it been? Think back. Think. I told you to fucking think. Stop reading and think. God damn.

Chances are it's longer than you realized. Do one thing to start yourself on a better track right fucking now. Or today at least.

Expectations vs reality

Is your discomfort in *X-variable* because you had expected *Y*, or a bigger *X* and didn't receive as such? Every single person on this planet feels disappointment over this.

You need to realize that you're only feeling bad because you tried to predict the future for yourself and didn't get it right. Bitch, you don't even own a crystal ball. Realize *that* is the source of your negative feelings; not being able to predict the future.

Laugh at yourself for your misguided self-pity for a moment and then self fucking realize.

Emotional attachment to material objects is dragging you down

I'm not talking about your grandfather's pocket watch, or your favorite sweater. The problem here is that you have a lot of stuff that you keep around just because of a sunk cost fallacy. It doesn't have to be stuff you spent a lot of money on.

What about those magazines/text books you piled up to use as reference, or your old report cards from 9th grade, or that certain comic book collection you haven't even looked at in two and a half years, and what about that half-finished project you started last year and haven't found *any* time to work on?

You don't fucking need it. More so, you don't need to guilt of keeping it around just because at one time you enjoyed it. You bought it, you've probably used/enjoyed it at least a couple times, but that doesn't mean you're obligated to keep it around for the rest of your life. Let it go. Recycle it, sell it on eBay, put it on the corner and post it as a free item on Craigslist. Hell, throw it out. Clear the space in your room/desk/house for something new in the future. You don't have to know what the new thing is yet, but you need to clear your mind of shit that you're keeping around *just because*. Get rid of it.

SHUT THE FRONT DOOR, THAT'S IT?

Seriously, this is some shit you need to ponder on for awhile. Fucking read it a second time if you have to. The point is to start getting your brain to realize this shit. Don't forget this shit.