If Suck-tober showed me anything (how I will forever refer to October 2015), it’s that we all should extract the “meh” things from our lives.

This is probably the shortest post I’ll ever write, because I feel really confident about the message I want to put out there:

BEWARE OF THE MEH. 

What does “meh” mean, exactly?

“Meh” is the feeling you get after an unsatisfying game of Monopoly. After you eat overcooked meat. When you’re texting some so and so and realize you have nothing to talk about.

Too much of “meh” isn’t good for your soul. “Meh” things attract sucky things. The general “meh” feeling is why really boring stuff exists.

Think about it. At some point, someone gave up, and that’s the reason we have really shitty frozen pizza out there.

The thing is, as soon as you let in too much “meh” in, the good wonderful, swooshy feelings you feel about other things start to disappate. You stop getting fucking excited about stuff. The adrenaline fades.

Then you start to be “mehs” bitch.

And “meh” is a sneaky bitch – she follows you everywhere.

I hate “meh” things. I hate how that general feeling waters down everything else. It makes you feel sluggish, uninspired.

It changes you. It eats away at your imagination. It makes you heavier. It gives you a hazy view of your life that makes you forget that NOTHING IS OUT OF YOUR REACH. 

Just something to think about. This is my challenge to anyone who’s feeling particularly “meh” right now – take a risk. Think of something that will make your heart beat faster and go do it.

All of the rain was making me feel blah, so I started taking long walks. I threw away the clothes I never wear or feel bored by. I made a ridiculous keynote for Annabel (I won’t disclose the contents).

Fuck feeling meh. Go feel alive.