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I did not choose my parents

I did not choose my parents.
I did not choose my children.
I did not choose when the sun would rise today.
I did not choose the temperature. In fact, I moved here so it wouldn’t be 10 degrees, but it is.
I did not choose the actions of others around me.
I did not choose what was on the pages of the websites I read this morning.
I choose how I react.
I choose what I dwell on.
I choose what bothers me or what I let go.
I choose what I want to care about.
I have choices. I am grateful for them. They are what makes me, me.

More than my parents, my zip code, or my bank account balance, what I choose to think about is what shapes me the most.

I have more power than I can ever imagine. Now, there’s something to think about.

Never make the bed by yourself

How many things are you doing by yourself that you shouldn’t be?

Here’s a simple example. If you can help it, don’t make your bed by yourself. Some things are worth getting help with. Putting up Christmas lights is another one. Adding one person can make it go five times faster.

What do you do by yourself that, if you were willing to ask for help, you could do faster and better?

I’m looking for more of those things in my life, now that the bed is made.

You’re not helping

Whenever I start to write I think about you. It’s not helping.

But if I was writing for my kids, I’d write. If I was just writing because it’s fun, I’d write. But I just keep thinking about you, and it’s keeping me from writing.

Do you know who gets criticized? People who have opinions. Do you know who doesn’t have to worry about people disliking them? People who say nothing.

When you’re driven to protect your ego you avoid criticism. Criticism only happens if you say something that could be disagreed with.

So, I don’t write and I blame you.

It’s not your fault though. The fault, and the reason I don’t write more, is because of my inability to believe who I am outside of other people’s opinions. I am who I am. I’m not what you think I am.

Not things I thought I’d still be dealing with I turned 40, or 41, or 42, or 43.

But maybe there’s some power in saying it out loud. We’ll see.

The hardest part of goals

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No goal is true until it is achieved. Every goal is a wish.

The choice you have in the next few days is whether you’re willing to lie to yourself until your lie becomes true. Are you willing to wish something were true enough to write it down?

The first step towards achieving your goals is to have the audacity to ignore your skepticism and write something down that isn’t yet true.

That’s brave. That’s the important first step. Without it you’ll never reach your goal.

For me, the hardest part of reaching goals is being brave enough to say what I want.


Why I can’t sleep

The two most common reasons I lose sleep are;

  1. Not believing God can or will provide for my family’s needs.
  2. Not believing that God will provide a path to healing a relationship.

For me, rest requires a belief that it’s not all up to me. If it’s all up to me then I’m in trouble.

If it’s not all up to me then I can rest.

Every life has responsibility but that doesn’t mean you’re required to carry all of that responsibility yourself. When you stop carrying all the burdens you’ll be able to rest.

That’s what I tell myself, and it helps.