Not a physical death.
But, it was a bit painful.
I found out that…
Life can be better if you die to excuses. It can be better if you die to blame.
There will be plenty of other takers.
But, it doesn’t have to be me.
It doesn’t have to be you.
You might be reading now and thinking, ‘He doesn’t know’.
I do. I wasn’t just an honorary member…
I was the CEO.
Then, an odd thing happened. I couldn’t bear it anymore.
So, I decided it was time to….
Who would miss me?
Who would mourn my passing? Who would step-up and honor the memory of an…
Excuse making, Blamer?
It hurt. At times, I wept.
I struggled forward.
I had to say no to myself sometimes. Other times I had to say yes.
It got easier.
Life was becoming fun.
It became exciting just to wake up.
My mind would race at the thought of…
Except now, they really are possible.
My old friend Blame likes to show up now and again. Excuse tags along.
I bravely tell them they are in the wrong place. I tell them the person they are looking for is dead.
Then, I smile.
And, get back to work.
Live it LOUD!