AN INVOCATION FOR BEGINNINGS by Pink Navel Lyrics
Don't call it a come-back, I'll have hair for years
I'm scared. I'm scared that my abilities are gone. I'm scared that I'll f*** this up. And I'm scared of you
I don't wanna' start, but I will
This is an invocation for anyone who hasn't begun; who's stuck in a terrible place between 0 and 1
Let me realize that my past failures at follow-through are no indication of my future performance. They're just healthy little fires that are gonna' warm up my ass
If my FILDI* is strong, let me keep him in a velvet box until I really really need him
If my FILDI* is weak let me feed him oranges and not let him gorge himself on ego and arrogance
Let me not hit up my Facebook like it's a crack-pipe, keep the browser closed
If I catch myself wearing a tutu (too fat, too late, too old), let me shake it off like a donkey would shake off something it doesn't like
When I get that feeling in my stomach, you know that feeling when all the sudden you get a ball of energy and it shoots down into your legs and up into your arms and tells you to get up and stand up and go to the refrigerator and get a cheese sandwich - that's my cheese monster talking. And my cheese monster will never be satisfied by cheddar, only the cheese of accomplishment
Let me think about the people that I care about the most. And how when they fail or disappoint me I still love them, I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them - let me extend that generosity to myself
Let me find and use metaphors to help me understand the world around me, and give me the strength to get rid of them when it's apparent that they no longer work
Let me thank the parts of me that I don't understand or are outside of my rational control, like my creativity and my courage
Let me remember that my courage is a wild dog, it won't just come when I call it. I have to chase it down and hold on as tight as I can
Let me not be so vain to think that I am the sole author of my victories, and a victim of my defeats
Let me remember that the unintended meaning that people project on what I do is neither my fault, nor something that I can take credit for
Perfectionism may look good in his shiny shoes, but he's a little bit of an asshole and nobody invites him to their pool parties
Let me remember that the impact of criticism is often not the intent of the critic; but when the intent is evil - that's what the block button is for
And when I eat my critique, let me be able to separate out the good advice from the bitter herbs
There are few people who won't be disarmed by a genuine smile
Let me not think of my work only as a stepping stone to something else, and if it is, let me become fascinated by the shape of the stone
Let me take the idea that has gotten me this far, and put it to bed. What I'm about to do will not be that. But it will be something
There's no need to sharpen my pencils anymore, my pencils are sharp enough - even the dull ones will make a mark
Warts and all, let's start this shit up
And, God, let me enjoy this. Life isn't just a sequence of waiting for things to be done
Fuck It, Let's Do It
I'm scared. I'm scared that my abilities are gone. I'm scared that I'll f*** this up. And I'm scared of you
I don't wanna' start, but I will
This is an invocation for anyone who hasn't begun; who's stuck in a terrible place between 0 and 1
Let me realize that my past failures at follow-through are no indication of my future performance. They're just healthy little fires that are gonna' warm up my ass
If my FILDI* is strong, let me keep him in a velvet box until I really really need him
If my FILDI* is weak let me feed him oranges and not let him gorge himself on ego and arrogance
Let me not hit up my Facebook like it's a crack-pipe, keep the browser closed
If I catch myself wearing a tutu (too fat, too late, too old), let me shake it off like a donkey would shake off something it doesn't like
When I get that feeling in my stomach, you know that feeling when all the sudden you get a ball of energy and it shoots down into your legs and up into your arms and tells you to get up and stand up and go to the refrigerator and get a cheese sandwich - that's my cheese monster talking. And my cheese monster will never be satisfied by cheddar, only the cheese of accomplishment
Let me think about the people that I care about the most. And how when they fail or disappoint me I still love them, I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them - let me extend that generosity to myself
Let me find and use metaphors to help me understand the world around me, and give me the strength to get rid of them when it's apparent that they no longer work
Let me thank the parts of me that I don't understand or are outside of my rational control, like my creativity and my courage
Let me remember that my courage is a wild dog, it won't just come when I call it. I have to chase it down and hold on as tight as I can
Let me not be so vain to think that I am the sole author of my victories, and a victim of my defeats
Let me remember that the unintended meaning that people project on what I do is neither my fault, nor something that I can take credit for
Perfectionism may look good in his shiny shoes, but he's a little bit of an asshole and nobody invites him to their pool parties
Let me remember that the impact of criticism is often not the intent of the critic; but when the intent is evil - that's what the block button is for
And when I eat my critique, let me be able to separate out the good advice from the bitter herbs
There are few people who won't be disarmed by a genuine smile
Let me not think of my work only as a stepping stone to something else, and if it is, let me become fascinated by the shape of the stone
Let me take the idea that has gotten me this far, and put it to bed. What I'm about to do will not be that. But it will be something
There's no need to sharpen my pencils anymore, my pencils are sharp enough - even the dull ones will make a mark
Warts and all, let's start this shit up
And, God, let me enjoy this. Life isn't just a sequence of waiting for things to be done
Fuck It, Let's Do It