• Edie Montreux

2016 – The Year of DGAF

I go through phases of “Live and Let Live,” and “Live and Let Die.” After losing my cat, I don’t suppose it’s any big surprise that 2016 began as “Live and Let Die” for me.

2015 was everything I wanted it to be, but like the proverb, “Be careful what you wish for…”


I have my dream job. It’s everything I wanted it to be. Sadly, I am not everything I wanted to be.

I didn’t make as much time to write as I wanted in 2015. My brain is tired. It’s hard to switch jobs and continue to give a hobby the same attention as a second job.

I didn’t submit in 2015. I was too scared. I’m still writing in a vacuum. I was going to make a video plea for betas, starring myself as Mr. Rogers:


Sadly, I find myself giving less and less of a fuck.

2016 is going to be my year of Don’t Give a Fuck.

One of my friends uses the word, D-gaf (rhymes with decaf, hard g). It’s an acronym because everything at the day job is an acronym. This one stands for–you guessed it–Don’t Give a Fuck.

So, to be work appropriate, 2016 is my year of D-gaf. The first person to ask me if I’ve switched coffee will be punched in the throat. Here’s your sign, motherfucker.


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