Wake the Fuck Up

Lately, I have been extremely intrigued by self-awareness. By definition, it is, “conscious knowledge of one’s own character, feelings, motives, and desires.”. In fact, Tasha Eurich, Author of Insight, finds that only about 15% of the people claiming to be self-aware actually are.

Why am I investing so much time into Self-Awareness?

I stumbled upon Self-Awareness accidentally as it’s becoming a quite popular trend around my workplace and social media. I talk about Self-Awareness as if it’s a methodology of some sort but this is nothing new. Research shows becoming Self-Aware will greatly benefit your career and productivity in general.

I started to assess myself after reading through self-help articles and listening to GaryVee podcasts. I’m pretty annoyed with myself after documenting some of the weird shit I do. But here are some of my random traits/thoughts that once acknowledging has benefited me;

  1. I’m frustrated with myself without a true defined reason.
  2. Almost nothing is ever good enough.
  3. I have the attention span of a squirrel.
  4. I could seriously have a bad week of work, get home on Friday, come up with a “get rich quick scheme” that has me crippling my energy into a dead-end weekend only to be left with catastrophic “Day before work” anxiety on Sunday.
  5. I’ve always wanted to have people look up to me, to inspire and motivate them.
  6. I resent other peoples ideas if I don’t agree with them. (Typical Taurus if you ask me)

There is no greater threat than ourselves. Live a day in my brain and that might straighten you out.

But half of the shit I just blathered on about above has what in common?

I’m impatient, impractical, lazy, and curious.

I spend too much time wishing, hoping, wondering, and dreaming instead of DOING.

I’ve become a believer that to be self-aware, you need to understand what that means and the power behind it. And in that journey, I might be turning into a hipster piece of garbage. You’re likely to find me pissed off that society has taught all of us how to live life a certain way, preventing us from expressing our creative and innovative minds whilst nursing a cold craft IPA (India Pale Ale) and reminiscing about “the good ole’ days”. I’m Twenty-effing-Five… I’m still living in the good ole’ days. Someone slap me.

It would mean the world to me if you comment below to share some of your traits/behaviors. If you do something particularly well or not at all, please share to help sculpt our minds. Give us a new perspective to strengthen our mentality.

I’ve come to realize it’s okay to be pissed and angry. It’s the first step to figuring out what the fuck is going on. After allowing myself to feel negative emotions, I feel like a doorway opened to focus solely on a positive future.

photo of head bust print artwork

I’m just curious.


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