Moving out of my own way!

Often times we blame others or things as obstacles in our lives. If "I had a car, I would go more places" "If I had a degree I would have a better job"  "If I would have never gotten married, my life would be so much better." If...If...If...
We always find someone/something else to accuse for our trials. That if we only take a minute to own up to our fallen realities, we in fact would realize that WE ARE HOLDING OURSELVES UP.

It's really hard to accept responsibilities when we are at fault for our own issues in life.We rarely want to take the position of pointing the finger back at ourselves. Are you where you exactly want to be in life? If not, why not? What is the real reason why you aren't moving forward in life, is it procrastination, lack of dedication, or refusal to accept the change that needs to take place in your lifestyle? Whatever the reason might be, the answer mostly ends in you.

We have to learn how to accept and fess up to our own mistakes in the fortitude of daily living. Every small decision we make in the beginning has a larger consequence at the end. It is up to us to draw the pictures of our storybook life and no one else. We can be our very own obstacle and sometimes we must push our normal selves to the side and step out of our comfort zone, in order to accomplish goals we might be too afraid to complete. If we consistantly affirm our goals and benchmarks we would remember what we are working towards and not what we are not receiving.

Everyone has a situation, a struggle, and obstacles...but how you work on accepting resonsibilities is where the true fight comes in.  Let's stop making excuses for our setbacks and start making preparations for our comebacks!

A little bit more about B...

There was a time when I used to care what others thought about me. I used to base my overall perception of how I know or expect others to view me. Then I realized, once the friends started to fade away, that if they couldn't accept me for who I am  then why are they even apart of me?
After some self-evaluation, I began to realize that I was the only one standing in the room of myself with no seats allowed and others freely taking up seats in my life, not concerned about me.
They would talk about themselves and blame me for circumstances...that's not how a friendship is suppose to be...
So that is when a change occured, I began to play musical chairs...As the music of my life started playing friends started to loose their seats, upset they had no place to plop down inside of me. They couldn't handle the change in me that was occuring. They could not see me start to make moves for myself and not include everyone that was taking up space. And long story short...there was only one seat left...in the life for B and that was the seat for me! A seat decorated with paint and colors in a alley of darkness. Yup that seat in my life was made only for me. In the midst of the dark alley, I appreciated the still life of me. Of course I was a tad bit bruised and battered, because I allowed others to take up my seats and use them at their own discression. I felt empty for a while because I wasn't used to being alone in my own home.
But just like me, I  forced myself to let the others go and keep the only seat for me...I kinda like it this way now, to be able to say what I want, do as I feel and create the environment that I prefer inside of me. I'm working on turning my alley, into a  dew drawn meadow of lilies and daisies, as the sun shines down directly on my seat. Then I will I have room for others, but they cannot make a home inside me...they must stand and visit while they talk to me in the midst of my medows, and lilac scent seat. Isn't that how internal being should be?

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