No More Mr. Nice Guy

Bad Mother Fucker

Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.

You may have noticed something odd around here during the last month or so. For a blog about Fear Smashing, there hasn’t been much of that going on. At least, not that’s been reported. Actually, I’ve been a bit stuck on something for the last couple of weeks. A dilemma. And I’ve been wracking my brain for an answer.

I’ve always had this thing about perfectionism. I want everything to be flawless and exemplary. And it’s kind of a drag. So, here are the fears up for elimination this week:

  1. Being raw and unrehearsed
  2. Putting my foot in my mouth
  3. Alienating my audience (this will involve your participation)

See, there’s going to be some changes around here.

The original premiss of this blog is a chronicle of fear smashing: I do shit that scares me; and you guys get to watch (and hopefully be inspired to go out and conquer the world). Hence, the list.

Only, there’s a little problem. Doing Epic Shit doesn’t always happen over a weekend. It takes time. It takes preparation. There’s a reason it’s called EPIC after all; and as much as I might like to, I can’t actually jump out of a airplane (even a proverbial one) every day of the week.

So, I had to fill in the gaps a little. I had to get a little theoretical.

Now, I’m all for the odd bit of philosophical meandering; and based on the feedback I’ve received over the last several weeks—some of those posts made a very real impact on people. I love that. I love being able to make a difference in someone’s life. And I love all the positive feedback you guys were kind enough to share. That’s what makes this so hard to do.

See, this blog has been struggling with an acute case of multiple-personality disorder. In the red corner: hard-hitting, get-up-and-do-it documentary of fear smashing in action. In the blue corner: easy-going, flow-like-water philosophizing about how to be happy.

Which one is authentic?

Which one is the real me?

The answer is: they both are. They both play a part. They’re two different sides of the same coin. And they need to find a symbiosis. But you know what—this ain’t The Philosophy Hour, it’s The Art of Audacity. And art without practice is just an Epic Wank.

It would be easy for me to continue publishing articles like the last several on here. I have dozens of them in various stages of completion and I’m comfortable doing that now. But therein lies the rub. I’m comfortable. That’s no longer a challenge. And that just wont do.

So, I’m getting on my Wyatt Earp:

It all ends now.

From now on, expect to see more practice, less theory. More walk and less talk. And most importantly: more punching fear directly in the pie-hole. ‘Cause that’s what makes this blog different from every other get-busy-living feed in your reader.

Buckle up—things may get a little bumpy. (Or not—your choice).

Oh yeah, one more thing: I quit my job today :)

P.S. Hope y’all like the new design.

P.P.S. I’m still a nice guy—email me.

Photo by DoktorSpinn

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