I know I usually write blogs that are motivational and inspirational - but this isn't one of them. Over the past month I've had a major revelation about who I am and where I want to be. I just need to write about it.
For years I blamed others for my shortcomings, if I blew something there was always a reason why it wasn't my fault. If that instructor had been more committed to his teaching I would have gotten a better grade. If my supervisor wouldn't have been such a jerk I wouldn't be having such a hard time at work - but what kind of advice would have have given to someone else in my position? "Eric, you can only control yourself - You are in full control of the things you do, say and believe. If you really wanted a good grade in that class - you wouldn't have even needed an instructor and if you were working the hardest you could all the time, taking pride in your work - you wouldn't have to worry about a bad supervisor", but who's advice did I listen to? No ones. I couldn't do wrong. I couldn't make a mistake. It was always someone else's fault - and I slowly dug myself deeper and deeper.
Lately I've had a lot of time to reflect, a lot of time to really sit back and analyze myself. And while I've come up with a million reasons why I've acted that way, the truth still remains - I've acted that way.
The other day I wrote down a list of things that were holding me back from being the man that I've always wanted to be. I sat down in a quiet place and carefully and prayerfully considered all of these things and what caused them. After going through my responses I realized something, none of these problems were caused by anyone but me, but for my entire life I've been living like it's okay that I do these dumb things because so and so let me down twenty years ago - I've been absolutely foolish.
I know that hindsight is 20/20, and looking back on the past four years of my life I really wish I would have done a lot of things differently. I've let a lot of people down and at best I've become a lukewarm Christian. I lay in bed at night and watch my ceiling fan spin and just think about all of the damage I've done, and while I think that love and hate are the two strongest words in the english language - I hate what I've done. I've taken the most precious gifts that God has ever given me and completely abused them. I know that I can't go back in time - I really can't figure out the whole flux-capacitor thing - but I can change things from here on out.
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