Do It Or Dump It? A Note About Selecting Your Priorities Like a Badass Bitch.

Today in Philly I tried on THE MOST AMAZING COAT.

It was black. Slinky. Faux fur. The kind of coat that fuck you women wear. (They’re a special kind of breed, you know.)

I was down to buy this coat. And by “buy” it, I actually mean take it home and roll around naked in it FOR DAYS. DAYS!!! The neighbors would think I was dead! There’d be empty pizza boxes everywhere! The phone would ring and ring and ring, and I wouldn’t answer it for anyone! WHO DARE CALL ME NOW?

And then I went into the dressing room and…gasped.

Like, audibly.

I looked like a house.

Could I have worn it? Sure. But was it doing me any favors? NOT A SINGLE ONE. And I remember my mother used to say that, sometimes, when we’d go shopping. “Eh, it looks alright, but it’s not doing me any favors.”

And so now, it’s become my own personal policy. I only buy if a piece is doing me (a huge fucking) favor—not if it just lays there like a limp piece of cheese cloth. Because anyone can put clothes on themselves, but not everyone can dress themselves—and this is something I’m always trying to get better at.

And so today, there in that dressing room, as I took that coat off as quickly as humanly possible, I thought about what a useful policy this would be for the way we work.

What things are you doing every day that aren’t doing you any favors?

What things are just okay?

What things could you take or leave?

And what are the things that, when you do them, make you feel fucking fantastic—and what are the things that don't?

There’s lots of stuff you *could* do, but that doesn’t mean you should.