The Power of the Fuck-It Day

One day a week of saying “fuck it” has saved my sanity during quarantine.

Samia Mounts
4 min readApr 29, 2020
Photo by Dollar Gill on Unsplash

“That’s it. I’m having a fuck-it day! Huzzah!”

I cackle maniacally at my husband’s raised eyebrows and pour myself another whiskey straight.* A half-smoked joint rests seductively in the ashtray, and a cartoon bubble with visions of the gigantic four-cheese pizza I will soon consume dances over my head.

Normally, I’m a healthy eater, daily exerciser, and productivity addict. I listen to biohacking and self-improvement podcasts and read books about how to train your brain and develop productive habits. I almost never have more than one drink in a night, and marijuana is something I limit to before long hikes or sleep. I like to work. I try to write every day. I keep track of my macros and log my workouts. When I stray from my normal habits and routines, I struggle a bit with the uncomfortable feeling that I’m going to fall behind forever and die a failure — not an entirely healthy mindset, I realize, but I’ve found I’m healthier in general when I apply this discipline to my lifestyle.

Basically, I’m usually great at keeping myself on track, so to speak.

In normal times, these habits are a positive part of my life. But these are not normal times. A recent Gallup poll showed…

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Samia Mounts
Samia Mounts

Written by Samia Mounts

LA-based actor, singer, writer, and producer. Polyamorous, pansexual, pangender, body-positive + sex-positive. Connect with me at samiamounts.com.

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