The End of Good

Post by Jo Anna Rothman.


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The End of Good

Good. Kind of a boring word…nondescript. Nothing special. And yet, there are times in life when I have worked so damn hard to be that. A good person. A good friend. A good daughter. A good employee. The good one. On par with nice. Adept, but not masterful. Smart, but not wise. Lovely, but not magnificent.

Good is a weight, holding down the possibilities of wonder. Pleasure. Power. Good doesn’t cross the line. It doesn’t go near the line…it looks out with its binoculars searching for that line way out in the distance just so it can run the other freaking way. Good sits. It doesn’t fly, let alone soar. It doesn’t know the peaks of ecstasy and the perfect moments that come when the rage of tears pass. It lives on a tight diet of not much and all too much. Good answers the phone, checks her email and goes to bed at a reasonable hour. There’s nothing particularly wrong with good. But there’s nothing really magnificent about it either.

Good has a seductive quality…it lulls one into a sense of security. Where all is well. It pleases and thank yous…smiles as appropriate. Good gets things done on time, says what is required and bares its burdens with a smile. Good doesn’t just care what people think about it, it is singularly devoted to the opinions of others.

So today, I’m setting good free. Dropping that shackle. The good girl I’ve carried inside…she gets to know that she doesn’t have to hold back any more. She can cry, scream, dance, jump and sailor kick. She doesn’t have to stop at appropriate…she can leap right into decadence. Into bright shining unabashed love. She can worship herself, the divine madness and the sweet center of silent bliss all in the same moment. In other words, she doesn’t have to be merely good any longer.

So here is to fun. Outrageousness. Daring adventures and butterflies in my belly. To diving deep in my pleasure. Here’s to being vibrant and sparkly, even in my mess. Hell, especially in my mess. Here is to singing loudly. Flirting shamelessly. Winks. Nods. Brightly colored beverages. Last second road trips. Well planned meltdowns.

Here is to mistakes. Failures. Accidental A++s. Impromptu fashion shows. Incomparable self-love. Here is to starlit nights. To the sweet crackle of the moonrise. To sex. Romance. Rippling orgasms. Amazing cleavage. Here is to the sadness. The anger. The rage. The sweetness. The case of the giggles that just don’t stop. The knowing that all is well even in the chaos. Here is to yes. And no. To pleading the fifth. To imagination and pretend. To fake accents. Silly hats. To too much tv. Getting lost in paradise. Here’s to leaps. Cartwheels. Envelopes shredding and notions getting obliterated. Here’s to meeting God on a hilltop. Or in a bar. Or in my heart. Here is to me, living deeply and masterfully. Living amazingly. Living way beyond good.

Life is an adventure and I am going to have the best time ever.

Are you in?

Jo Anna Rothman, MA is an intuitive coach and facilitator of The Receiving Project. She revels in assisting people in falling in love with their lives. She is committed to living a life full of pleasure, purpose and enthusiasm. And perhaps most important, she knows the secret to the perfect s’more.

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