Sis, your kicks better touch your mofo nose! What I am just-now learning from binging on DCC Making the Team

It still amazes me how folks think they can get by with producing the bare minimum. Especially when they have so much more to offer.

Take them broads on CMTs "Dallas Cowboys: Making the Team, the 14-season reality show that documents the auditions and training of  "America's Sweethearts". They outshine that wack-azz team all day. Did you know that the first 12 seasons are now on Pluto, that free TV app? Yasss, bish.

They work they itty-bitty arses off -- allegedly for pennies by the way -- to earn the honor being forever known as a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader.  And rightfully so; apparently, the squad is literally the top of the pyramid when it comes to cheering throughout the world. If you want to cheer, DCC is hashtag goals, so it makes sense to go into it with mad passion.

The passion shows...so does the back-breaking (in my mind, as a back-pain sufferer) work of practicing even after the streetlights come on, maintaining audition weight that I haven't seen on my scale since I was 11, smiling all day (my face hurts just watching them), and being "on" 24/7, even during that time of the month. Shidddddddd.

But they get it done, and those who don't, don't make it. PeriodT. And they get it done by working.

Not by tweeting about it, blogging about it (insert eyeroll at myself here), and not by telling everyone about their dreams over a Texas BBQ.

They don't bother talking about their goals to anyone who would listen to (your) drunk azz .

They don't go to YouTube, practice for one hour, and conclude that "it's not God's plan".

They don't make excuses -- about the rain, the dog, the man...oh wait...there was one training candidate who went through a bad breakup, but upon meeting with Kelly's stern azz, she straightened up and flew right real quick!

Those girls get it done. They risk it all -- from moving to hot-as-hell-even-in-October Texas, to being exposed for living their best lives on social media, to leaving the comforts of higher-income household, (welp, you have to be doing financially well to go to cheer camps, dance lesson and spend up to $1,000 on bikini-like costumes...they be be-dazzling like a mofo!)

And they high-kick to their noses! If they started out not quite reaching the nostrils, you best beleive they yoga'd themselves to death to do it before the season finale. Shidddddddd.

Now, what about you? How are you high-kicking your way into your goals? Aht, aht: I get it, most of us are not looking for semi-stardom at a hunnid-fifteen pounds. But you have a book...a podcast (ahem...shoutout to the homie in DC!)...a clothing line... and no more excuses.

Half-azzing is no longer not acceptable. This is because we have a way to learn anything we need to get started. It starts with a G and rhymes with ooogle. So learn...practice and for Christ's sake, do! We need you out here doing things, and I need more to blog about.