What The F*ck Are You Doing With Your Life?

…. And what the hell I’m doing with mine?

So, welcome to The Blog.

The usual would be for me to write this inaugural post about … well, me – but if you want the 101 on my crazy journey to now, sitting in bed on a rainy Saturday night in March nestled between a pregnancy pillow and two pitt bulls, you can check out our About page. 

I want this space to be about conversation: virtual hot beverage, fictitious background chatter, maybe a little low-fi on with you and me getting down to the Tee.

I mean no one works for free and yet so much of the conversation around Work is about everything else. I always loved when Interviewers would tell me “I think you’re overqualified…”

Overqualified? To what, eat? Pay rent on time?

I digress (won’t be the last time).

Where I wanted to start is with You actually. Yeah, You. Because you’re supposed to pay bills one day and adult and travel while saving whales and collecting stamps but how the hell are you supposed to do any of that along with investing, saving, the occasional self-care routine and all this while doing something you are so passionate about you just happen to get paid for it.

You may be young, what 22? 36? 49? Young enough to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror one fine evening while exfoliating and catch your own eye and hear that whisper in your head:

What am I doing?

It can be daunting, suffocating even being inundated with stories and images of all these wow jobs, these awesome digital nomads, these successful entrepreneurs. It’s not that they don’t exist, it just feels like everyone else is getting ahead and you’re back here still trying to click away much less hit a professional home-run.

It’s not that I haven’t ever had that moment it’s more that I have been in “the room” (quotations since it’s been both physical and virtual) with Executives of Fortune 500 companies with the same haunting look in their eyes: what the fuck am I doing? In a way it made it all scarier, that the ones who were supposed to have it figured out haven’t.

It took a few years to realize the simple truth: it’s the ones without that look in their eyes are actually fucked. See, if you are asking yourself this question it means you got something money can’t buy: fucks. You care about purpose. You want to do something that has an impact.

So, keep asking that question, keep feeling that grip on your gut that’s both exciting and anxious. Don’t let it paralyze mind you – let it propel you forward to try Some Thing.

What are you doing with your fucking life? Living. That’s what.

This doesn’t mean that you have to be complacent with this, it does mean you’re on the right track to propel yourself towards a journey you can be proud of. Need help mapping out that road? Well, that’s what we’re here for but always remember that all of this is pit stops on a long road trip of life and the glaring questions that scare us are the gas in our engine. Enjoy the ride!