After all.. who gives a shit?!

Have you ever asked yourself: "So who gives a shit? Do I really give a shit? Or have I just been conditioned to want this?"

Today, I want to take you on an exploration. An exploration of a topic that’s been a personal musing of mine—one that’s shifted how I see the world and my place in it. You see, I’ve always wanted to provide value to the world. That’s been my anchor, my North Star. But here’s the kicker: the things I got paid for rarely even scratched the surface of that value. It was like being perpetually constrained by someone else’s limited vision—someone else’s expectations.

Coming from the corporate world, I’ve seen it all: promotions handed out to the wrong people, friends helping friends rise to power, and the world convincing itself that mediocrity wrapped in a good pitch is brilliance. Meanwhile, truly revolutionary thinkers—the Teslas and van Goghs of the world—are left behind, their value recognized too late. And how about the shadow workers? The ghostwriters, the uncredited wives, the nameless contributors to human progress who never got their due?

Being a witness to these narratives, both in my own life and through history, forced me to question everything—especially the idea of having a "job." What does it even mean? Who decided this is how we prove our worth? And more importantly, why was I buying into it?

And then it happened. I was watching "What We Do in the Shadows," my go-to comfort show for some much-needed ridiculousness, and Nadia—the unapologetic, fierce, and slightly chaotic vampire queen—hit me with her iconic line:

"Who gives a shit?"

It was like my higher power decided to grab me by the shoulders and scream directly into my soul, using the medium it knows I’ll pay attention to: my favorite shows. In that moment, Nadia’s voice became mine, and I felt an unexpected wave of liberation. Who gives a shit? Indeed.

I am a woman. I provide value to the world simply by existing. I don’t need to perform labor to prove my worth. My brain’s default mode is survival and thriving—making life better, keeping others afloat, doing emotional labor without being asked. That’s already a lot. So why the hell was I chasing something I never even wanted?

This epiphany unleashed a new mantra for me: I don’t need a job. I’ve never wanted one. My dreams never revolved around a career ladder or a tidy LinkedIn profile. My dreams were always about exploration—exploring the human condition, making life interesting, and having enough money so everyone would leave me the fuck alone to do my thing.

Since that moment of clarity, I’ve stopped trying to fit into spaces that weren’t designed for me. I don’t need a job to feel valid. I’ve accepted my natural inclination for trading and investing, which, let’s face it, comes to me as easily as breathing. And here’s the truth: the harder I tried to be "productive" in the traditional sense, the more I felt like I was betraying myself. Nothing worked. Every attempt to be like everyone else drained me of joy and yielded no return.

Now, I’ve embraced the fact that my labor doesn’t have to correlate with time. It doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s. My best work—whether it’s a creative idea, a clever trade, or just surviving this human experiment with a sense of humor—happens when I’m left alone to do it. I’m a Manifestor, after all, and as a 2/4 Manifestor, my power lies in working behind the scenes and shining when the time is right.

So here’s to 2025: the year of "Who gives a shit?" The year I stop worrying about what other people think I should be doing and start trusting the flow of what I’m meant to do. The year I own the fact that my life’s work doesn’t need a job description. It’s about living, thriving, and unapologetically doing my thing.

To anyone reading this, ask yourself: Do you give a shit? Or have you just been conditioned to think you should? And if the answer is no, what would it look like to let go of that expectation and create a life that actually works for you?

Because, as Nadia said, "Who gives a shit?"