The One About The “Eff You” Approach

I’ve always liked doing what people thought I couldn’t. It’s the “eff you” approach. Like, “Oh, you think I can’t do it? Watch me.” – Maureen Beck

I came across this quote from an article I read in a North Face magazine.

The article covered rock climber, Maureen Beck, who was born without an arm and is one gutsy woman. She’s isn’t defined by limits or the word disability. In fact, she doesn’t focus much on the fact that she has one arm. Instead, she climbs rocks, fishes, gardens, and is anything but one-dimensional. When I read about her, I thought, “Now that’s confidence. Perhaps I should take on the eff you approach too…”

More often than not the best “eff you” to anyone involves more showing than telling. There’s almost always going to be someone who thinks you can’t do whatever it is you’re striving to be great at. So, why not prove people wrong by just doing you and ignoring what they think or say? I believe that’s something a lot of people get twisted these days. Instead, people get on social media, announce what they’re about to do, clap back at haters and anyone else who upsets them, and ultimately end up getting involved in meaningless squabbles, when they can simply prove people wrong by being great and carrying on.

Let your success speak for itself and be great at what you do. Better yet, why not give Maureen’s approach a try?

To learn more about Maureen Beck, please click here. She’s amazing!

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