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Blame Game

I used to be good at blaming other people for my problems. Blaming others meant I didn’t have to take responsibility for my misery and unhappiness. One memory that reminds me of this was during a season I was in and out of college. I sat out of college for over a year once and felt because I wasn’t getting help I wanted, it was other peoples fault. Someone who prompted me to think about my choice of blaming others was my little brother. At the time he was finishing up his junior year of college, while I was out of school working at a job I felt I was wasting my life away doing. I was giving up on myself and utterly miserable. We’d both been texting and he asked me why I wasn’t in school. My response was, mom didn’t help me with the paperwork stuff. He replied, so, its mom’s fault?

His response woke me up.

It wasn’t my mom’s fault or anybody else’s responsibly, but my own, to figure out a way to get back in school and finish. I could’ve finished much earlier than I did if I hadn’t wasted time blaming people, throwing pity parties and staying in situations I borderline hated. A shift happened and my mindset was, screw this. I’m going to do what I have to do to finish school and do better for myself. And I did. I have family, friends and even some enemies and haters who complain, whine, and cry about things that they’re capable of changing and improving on, if they’d just take ownership of their lives. I get it, though. Blaming others is easy. I notice it because I used to do it. Game recognizes game. Taking responsibility requires effort, hard work, and a lot of introspection about what you can and should do to change your situation for the better. If you’re not at peace, unsettled, or unhappy, get to the bottom of why and go from there. You’ll find the answers. You’ll figure it out.

Take responsibly for your choices. This is your life. If something’s not working, change it.

Additional note: While I did finish school and work hard to get my degree, there was a point when I wanted it for the wrong reasons. I believed I had something to prove to a bunch of people who said I couldn’t do it, or were hung up on my age by the time I’d complete it. And know this: degrees, nice jewelry, great careers and opportunities, loaded bank accounts, nice homes and vacations, accolades, or an identity placed or defined by relationship status, significant others, titles, or what someone may be good at, only have the value people put on them. I’ve tasted enough of almost all these things to know they won’t bring long-lasting happiness. More often than not, they’re usually trinkets of what some may perceive as happiness or success. Even people who are haters may have a perception that your life is easy, put together, or seemingly better than theirs. Perception is wild. I've grown to realize I have nothing to prove to anyone. For awhile I thought I “made it” because I obtained a degree. Don’t get me wrong, I worked hard and was glad to get it done, but these days, I’m growing to explore what’s more meaningful.


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