I was letting the lies win. I had a few really shitty days and I succumbed to my inner diatribe. I let everything slide, using the old sour grapes excuse: “I didn’t really want that, anyway.”
But excuses never get me anywhere. I never achieved a goal by making an excuse. I never scored a goal, or finished a project, or creating something awesome by using an excuse.
They’re inwardly satisfying because they allow me to place blame elsewhere. If it’s not my fault – if I can blame someone else, or fate, or the universe – I don’t have to step up and try harder. I don’t have to solve the problem if it’s not my problem. Excuses are inwardly satisfying but they’re outwardly worthless.
Do I want to stay the way I am? NO! Do I want to regress and become a lump on my couch? NO!
I want to get better, I want to be happier, and I’ll never get there by using excuses.
Sometimes life sucks. But mostly not. If you can’t bounce back on your own, get help, but do bounce. It’s not half as fun on the ground as it is flying through the air, and I’d rather fly than sulk.
If you’re having a shitty day remember: there’s always help somewhere. Call a friend or a helpline. Write it out in your journal, sing at the top of your lungs, go for a run. Whatever it takes, it will get better!