I love rants. Rants by definition are wild, impassioned speeches. I rant often. It beats the alternative—apathy.
Anyhow, here is exhibit A.
A ranty little rant written by someone I greatly admire who is anything but apathetic. We met on Skype a couple of years ago when I wasn’t so sure I was a writer (I KNEW I was a ranter), and she had just secured a humongous book deal from a giant publishing house (don’t let anyone tell you that shit doesn’t happen anymore, Steph is living proof!), for her memoir, Unbound (which comes out in January).
In each other we found a kindred spirit. Two souls tethered together.
We both have Muses, we both love our men and our dogs (maybe not always in that order), we both aspire to spend our days laughing, eating and writing (again, not always in that order), we both believe in BIG magic, and we are both YES Sayers.
YES Sayers are harder to find than you may think. Most people have made a habit out of saying NO.
I just had to share her little YES rant with you so you can get an idea of who she is. Maybe it will inspire a desire to retire (wtf?!), your NO’s and say YES a little more often, just like it did to me. I’m currently searching for an ostrich to ride…
Carry on,
xox
I rode an ostrich once. I sat on it’s pillowy arse and then it ran like the wind. It happened because I said yes.
Yes, I will ride that bird.
Yes, I would like to go to the jungle. And yes, I would like to meet the shaman.
Yes…absolutely, I’ll try a bite of that giant snail.
Yes, I do want that promotion. Yes, I am worth that much.
Yes, I will. I will do that even though it’s terrifying AF and I’m not sure how.
Yes, I would like to sit at the shore of an ocean I’ve never laid eyes on just so I can listen to the rhythm it drums through the night.
Ice cream? Yes.
Love? Yes.
That dog’s tongue on my face? Yes.
Yes. Please. Thank you. Wow. Yes.
Here are some more Steph Jagger facts that I pilfered from her website:
P.S. I BET YOU WANT A FEW MORE JUICY TIDBITS DON’T YA?
I read. A lot. I love reading as much as I love laughter and when they’re combined. I can’t…I just can’t.
I’m obsessed about the good, the bad, the ugly and the drop dead freaking gorgeous involved with finding and truly owning who we are.
I have been referred to as the human embodiment of the mullet – polished professionalism up front and yee-haw laughter in the back.
I drink wine, usually it’s red but I won’t turn down white…or rosé.
The only kind of carrots I like are the ones on sticks, dangling in front of me.
I married my soul mate. The fact that he had a big, black dog sweetened the deal.
If I were a bettin’ gal, I’d put my money on pickles over cucumbers because I believe that courageous, awe-inspiring, hold-on-to-your-hat life doesn’t happen with one toe dangling in, but that we jump in and fully submerge. Get in the brine.
