Ever get in a funk and feel like you’ve lost your mojo? Or even worse- become doubtful of the fact that you’d ever actually possessed any mojo at all. Ever? My hand is raised, brothers and sisters- been there! And since I made a solemn vow to operate in the NO BULLSHIT ZONE I’ll be completely straightforward with the fact that I happen to be there now; feeling barren in my supposed mojo-lessness, the dark cloud casting a shadow over my every movement, threatening to wilt me into lifelessness if I don’t find my way out. Is there a way out? I imagine you asking… Let me assure you of this, friend: there is always a way out. It may not always look pretty while we wander around the confusing maze of our life puzzle searching for our ins and outs, but I can assure you they are always there. And luckily for us, they happen to be countless, so if one doesn’t work for you, you move on to the next. If it only works for so long, you move on to the next. See what I’m saying here? You just keep moving and you’ll find your OUT! But how to start? My go-to method for getting out of a funk is to switch it up. And for this, I use the easy to understand George Costanza method.
Simply put, I do the opposite. Using George’s philosophy of:
“I always have tuna on toast. Nothing’s ever worked out for me with tuna on toast. I want the complete opposite of tuna on toast.” I take everything that I do by rote and I do the opposite. The music on my playlist? I change or rearrange it. The routes I drive to get to where I usually go? I take new ones. The people I see, the books I read, the food I eat- change it up. The clothes I grab without thinking because they’re familiar? and I happen to despise thinking about clothing… I put on something from the back of closet/bottom of the drawer, or even more ballsy- shop for something new. Why? Because I hate shopping, but using the GC Method- I love shopping! You see where I’m going here? I get in a rut because I do the same things all the time because I’m not even aware that that’s what I’m doing! In other words, I’m dissatisfied with what I’ve got going on, but I keep making the very choices that ensure its continuity. Switching it up is a strategy that allows me to throw my life up in the air and let the pieces fall where they may- lighting the fire in my belly that eventually leads me back to my mojo. Which it turns out was wedged somewhere between tuna on toast and a black turtleneck all along.
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