(I swear, I do my most creative problem solving, meditating and praying while running without a notebook or iPhone to capture all the brilliant stuff I am thinking… so, no proof.)
Why do I think I deserve all the credit for all the superstar stuff I do in my life but catch myself attempting to blame others when I’m stuck or struggling?
There isn’t one circumstance in my life today that I did not choose.
When I am low, no one is to blame but me.
When I feel the sting of regret, I chose not to participate.
When I feel like I am not being heard, it is me who is responsible for clarifying and clearly stating what I need.
When I feel bloated and sick, it’s because MY hands tore open the bag of Ruffles All Dressed potato chips and shoved all the chips in my mouth.
When I feel stagnant, or stuck, or bored, it is I who chooses how I spend my time.
When I am not happy with where I am at, it is up to me to choose a new route.
When my life is jammin’ and happy and purposeful
and I am on-fire, I should pat myself on the back.
I chose to do what it takes to be here.
No one is working me like a master puppeteer; no one has their hand up my backside guiding my every move with ulterior motive and unseen plan. No one else determines my outcome but me.
I can’t have have it only one way.
I can’t claim the stuff that works in my life as my own
and blame someone else for the stuff I like much less.
Until I fully accept my role in where I am in my life
– for better or for worse –
I waste my one precious life believing someone else has the power to choose for me.
I got the power.