I keep hearing people say, “Quit making excuses. You are in control of your own life.”
I’ll give you this morning for an example. I am in the process of researching a current book project. After several phone calls, I manage to sell a copy of the not-even-written-yet book, and leave a message with someone. Will they call back? Will I get my information? There is no way to tell. That part of my life is now on hold, waiting for what the other person does.
But that’s not a very good example, is it?
Here’s a better one. While trying to do the three things I thought I could squeeze into the 15 minute break my son has between the first and second half of school, I had to change my process because it started raining (and promptly stopped after the break) and then stop altogether because my father is sick, and I had to make a phone call to the doctor for him. I did not get to do those things, and after school today, I still may not get to. Why? LIFE HAPPENS!!!! Things come up. I am so glad that your life is perfectly smooth, but mine, and most other people’s, isn’t.
But you don’t care about the little things. Even I admit those were paltry examples. OK, what about this?
I needed to build up my savings, so I went to work. I had just finished what I needed to do and was about to start building my “empire” by purchasing more land when something happened to drain my money. I started over again. I reached my monetary goal, only to have it immediately drained again. At this point, something else happened, causing me to have to quit work. In other words, I just worked 2 years for absolutely no reason whatsoever and wound up in far worse shape than before I started. Every bit of every dime that I made went to where it was not planned, and my health deteriorated.
So, I decided to get a job that paid more, aka, get a degree in something else. My doctor told me no. I was not healthy enough to do that. I waited, and the next semester started to do it again. My dad had to move in with me. At that point, I had to put everything in my life on hold to take care of his affairs. I am still not to the point where I can make a major change in my life hoping for the better. I supposed I could have said, “No dad, I’m not going to help you. You’re in control of your own life, and I have to live mine.” But that would have made me a terrible person.
So please, stop telling us how, “If I can raise 2 kids and go to school … blah blah blah … So can you!”
No we can’t. And we really wish you would shut up about it because all you’re doing is lobbing insults at us and calling us names for not being as lucky as you. And that is what it is, luck. Believe it or not, the majority of us lesser-than-thou are not here by choice. We grabbed the reigns of our life’s horse, but our horse got sick, died, and rolled over on us. We accepted it. We got up and started walking. I’m sorry our pace isn’t where yours is, believe me, we wish it were. I’m also sorry you haven’t had to go through what we have, for I believe it would have made you a better person. But ours isn’t, and you haven’t, and if we can accept that your life is better than ours, then surely you can learn to accept that as well. Please.