As I take on this one-year journey, I'm reminded of my words from July 2020 about my power - OUR POWER - to creare our own lives.
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Just two short decades ago, if you told me I was the sole creator of my life, I would have handed you a dossier of folks to whom I assigned blame for my condition. My parents failed. My exes failed. My friends failed. I was surrounded by folks responsible for my unhappiness.
It took years to understand the concept of creating my own life and the powerlessness of expecting others to make me happy. Who the hell was I waiting for to come lay a bed of rose petals upon which I walked? I used to build entire monuments to the pain others inflicted upon me. I fed off sympathy for myself and the hope of karma for the ones I declared villains in my story.
If the goal is to develop strength and depth of character, ownership is the only way. And since I’m the only permanent recurring role in my life story, I must deal with the only actor I can control… ME.
I can’t say dealing with my own bullshit was the most pleasant experience, but it was certainly the most transformative. To master self is to master everything that matters.
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