To be superduper serial is to burn the ships on the shore. It is to say, "I am not keeping a backup plan. I am not keeping one foot out the door. I am here."
I want to invite you to reclaim that childish phrase. Not the misspelling, but the spirit. superduper serial
As adults, we lost that phrase. We traded it for nuance, for professionalism, for the safety of plausible deniability. We learned to append question marks to our statements. We learned to say, “I feel like…” or “Maybe I’m wrong, but…” We learned the art of the soft launch, the strategic shrug, the ironic detachment that keeps us safe from looking foolish. To be superduper serial is to burn the ships on the shore
"Fine" is the enemy of the superduper serial. "Fine" is lukewarm water. "Fine" is the safety of the gray zone. The serial person doesn't do "fine." The serial person is passionate or devastated, all-in or broken, inspired or exhausted. I am here
That takes guts.
You remember it. The moment a pinky swear wasn’t enough. The moment you looked your best friend in the eye, dropped the facade, and said, “No, I’m superduper serial.” It was a grammatical car crash—an adverb smashing into a misspelling of “serious”—but we all knew what it meant.
When you are superduper serial about something, you aren't just having a feeling. You are committing to a narrative. You are saying, "I am going to show up for this tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that." It transforms a fleeting emotion into a plot line.