Commit to the Bit
How to fake it til' you make it when you don't think you're going to make it
I wish I could be one of those people that just believe everything is going to work out. The real world application of “willing suspension of disbelief.” I have a useless theatre degree. And yes, I prefer the English spelling of theatre. Pretentious? Oui. (Ok that made me throw up in my mouth a little and I’m so sorry. Do not get me started on people who say oui chef…) But I digress. It is damn near impossible for me. And the silly goose part of it all? I have no proof that thing’s don’t work out for me. Yes, desired outcomes have been delayed, nay, time traveled to timelines that felt far beyond my grasp, but they have worked out. So why do I feel like making this move is damn near impossible?
Bootstrapping moving halfway across the country by selling as much of your stuff as you can and having no income to cover your current bills feels like a level of alchemy I have not mastered. This is like water to wine shit, because I am so tense I could definitely make a diamond if I shoved it where the sun don’t shine. And even if I try to use girl math the math isn’t math-ing. So, how does someone so deeply rooted in the pain of their current reality let themselves operate completely on delulu thinking and vibes?