2016 – The Year of DGAF
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.