The Road to Badass

When I began this journey many moons ago, I had no idea I'd shed the old Case and discover a brand new best Self! I mean, if you had told me 2 months ago that Jennifer Lawrence would be playing me in Eat, Pray, Love Part 2: The Muppets Take Manhattan, I'd've said you were off your rocker, yet here we are! And who knew that by sheer willpower, I could grow 3 inches and bend spoons at will?

This is the kind of crap I plan on being able to say about that epiphany I plan on having whilst traveling along this Road to Badass. Amidst the craze of New Year's resolutions, I have resolved to uncover what badass means. Though I don't plan on skydiving into enemy territory or ripping off my own arm so I can beat Donald Trump to death with it (as enticing as that sounds), I shall be exploring various ways to incorporate badassery into my everyday life. 

At the moment, of course, my big, unassuming eyes and I do not know what this journey will hold. An initial Google search has informed me that badasses don't wait for permission! They don't care about anything! They do clothes purges! They engage in something called a "scary gaze!"  So that's what all those attentive men at the end of the subway car are going for. I'm learning already. 

My own take on Badass finds its foundation in the strength to hold one's own intellectually, physically, and spiritually. In order to knock out these pesky adverbs one by one, I'll be reading lots of badass authors; searching for role models to be Badass of the Week; finally trying out meditation; diving into some gnarly self-defense classes; and sharing my experiences with my fellow badasses-in-training. Suggestions will be met with open arms and scary gazes.

I clearly have much more to add to the list, but the groundwork is laid. Come ride with me, my pretties.  The Road to Badass awaits.