You guys — such passion! Such need to declare, “Sorry, I’m not sorry!”
I LOVE IT.
I’ve noticed a lot of bloggers just laying it out there since I shared the fourth rule last week and the thing about body image this morning, and it’s making me feel all warm inside. Not warm and fuzzy, but actually rather hot and fiery. William Wallace in sorostitute form? Maybe. Maybe.
Anyway, I’m planning to keep posting the things that I own here, but I want to encourage other people to do the same. So let’s make it serious and official, shall we? You can’t sign your name with a quill in blood, which would be my preference, but you can totally do it virtually with a cute graphic!
So if you’ve been thinking, “Damn, I want to talk about a topic on my blog, but I’m nervous people won’t approve…” and you haven’t had the cojones yet, consider this me lending you mine (trust me, I have a lot of gonadal tissue to spare). You can always say, “Rachel Wilkerson made me do it!” Uh, yeah…I just can’t help myself. But my guess is you won’t need that excuse because, well, you’re not sorry.
So grab the picture, put it in your post, link it to this post, and then go own something. Or ten things! Own it as hard as you can! And e-mail me the link to the post when you do rachel [at] rachelwilkerson [dot] com so I can share it here and Tweet it up. I think everyone can benefit from seeing more owning it going on…whatever “it” may be.
Don’t have a blog? You can still own it. Attach the scroll to the email in which you tell your family and friends you’re not going to grad school, but you’re moving across the country to work at Whole Foods and start your band. Make it your profile picture when you go FBU with the guy everyone thought was “the one” but you thought was a “total douche.” However you need to use it, use it.
I’ve noticed that a lot of people seek permission to do the things they know in their hearts is right for them. Well, consider this your permission.
I’m sick of hearing the term “guilt-free” applied to cookies. Let’s apply it to the way we live our lives.