How To Ruin Your Life

A lot of people ruin their lives on a daily basis. I often hear some people complain, get angry, sad, depressed and grow bitter over choices they’ve made which they thought were good ideas at the time, only to learn they weren’t. As someone that’s made mistakes, I understand and know that as long as you’re still living it’s never too late to learn from your mistakes and work to correct things moving forward. Bad choices can even prompt smarter thinking. No one’s perfect and we all fall short because of mistakes, dumb decisions, and bad moves. That’s just life. But ways you can ruin your life, though? Let’s see…

· Not cultivating a relationship with God.

· Neglect prioritizing your health.

· Rush into big decisions you’re not mature or properly prepared for. (Proverbs 10:22 reads, “The blessing of the Lord brings wealth and he adds no trouble to it.” Blessings from the Lord don’t come without challenges, but I can tell when I’m ready to make big decisions, because when the Lord grants permission things usually flow well. When things don’t, it’s usually an indication to put things on pause and reevaluate what decisions I’m making.)

· Do what you think or falsely perceive everyone else is doing.

· Do the same things over and over again and expect different results (I believe this is Einstein’s definition of insanity.)

· Assume something’s a great fit for you because it appears that way in someone else’s life.

· Measure success by surface details.

· Mishandle money.

· Waste time spending time with the wrong people.

I understand this list may not apply to everyone, but I know these things are common behaviors I’ve seen be the downfall with myself in past seasons and different people I’ve interacted with. Try not to make decisions that will complicate your life. While a number of the things above have been problematic, they’ve also helped serve as launching pads for better choices and thinking. But no matter how much or how badly you might mess up, you can still work to change for the better.

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