Let's Fucking go

I’m less of a “look before you leap” kind of person and more of a “leap and then look down and be like ‘oh fuck this is much farther and scarier than I had anticipated and I’m not totally equipped with all the necessary resources to ensure a soft landing but I know that I’m moving in the direction of my purpose and my joy and I am grateful for the wonderful people in my life who will help me assemble the tools I’ll need to eventually land safely, in the precise place I am meant to be, so I’m just going to relax the tension in my body, become aware of my surroundings, and try to enjoy this incredible ride’”....you know what I mean? Ok so maybe that’s a little too long to be a popular idiom, but it pretty accurately summarizes the way I’ve lived most of my life. 

“Let’s fucking go” is the rallying call which has lead to some of the most profound decisions I’ve ever made. The one that most clearly sticks out as a pivotal moment in my last 3 decades was the choice to leave my director role at a financial institution, forgo the enthusiastic plans I had made to apply to business school, and audition to be….a SoulCycle Instructor. It’s a special kind of fear that creeps into your heart when you dial up your parents to inform them that you’re leaving the security of your well-paying job and abandoning a traditionally excellent career, in order to ride a bicycle while sporting a Britney Spears’ style microphone, clad only in spandex leggings and a sports bra. If you don’t believe me, try it sometime!

But that little voice, which I think we all have in our heads, had just grown too loud to be ignored. It started as a whisper. “Let’s fucking go,” it politely cooed at me, at the first hunch I was not living fully in my purpose. That I was simply going through the motions. “Let’s fucking go,” it grinded impatiently at me through clenched teeth as I started to plot what a new life for myself could look like. I took out a pen and paper and wrote that shit down. I got really honest with myself and my dreams. I sketched out what my fulfilling life could look like. “LET’S FUCKING GO!” it screamed, excitedly as it pushed me to show up fully to the pursuit of that life, no matter the fear or uncertainty that would accompany each step.

Holy fuck was that voice right. This July marks 6 years since that fateful moment. And that one moment of “Let’s fucking go” has bred countless others. It’s a philosophy that led to the creation of She’s Thriving. It’s the spirit that propelled me toward co-founding Chorus Meditation.There is freedom in that voice. There is authenticity in those words. There is connection to my best self and refusal to settle for anything less. There is a drive to serve others and work to make the world a better place. There is refusal to accept things as they are, and inspiration to build a better future where everyone has a fucking seat at the table. 

Cause here’s the tricky thing about finally listening to that voice. You can’t really ever shut it off. It will show up for you everywhere. It will help you bravely do what you know is right, no matter the consequence. It will leave your lips as encouragement for someone else, empowering them on their journey as well. It will comfort you. It will hold you. It will carry you. It will remind you of who you fucking are.

So. Let’s fucking go. 

MK
@mkhurlbutt

1 comment

Mo

I remember that pivotal moment quite well and my initial reaction was to scream, “Are you nuts? Two degrees from Stanford, a great job working for women you adored and mentored you tossed away to cycle???” But then I heard a voice in my head that said Let her do whatever the FUCK she chooses-as long as she lives a life of purpose and integrity-and she does-thank God for those voices in our heads! ( The voice also said I wasn’t the boss of the world but I told that voice to FuckOff)

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