Recently I’ve been toying with the idea that everything in my life is my fault.
Don’t stop reading. Let me explain.
What I really mean is that everything in my life is my responsibility.
Not because I am taking responsibility for other people’s actions and choices.
I’m not.
But I am taking responsibility for everything else; what I think, what I feel, and how I act.
I actually hate to be at fault.
And I am very picky about what I will take responsibility for.
I generally want it to be someone else’s fault; somebody else’s responsibility.
Life seems so much easier that way.
Except…
If it isn’t my fault and I’m not responsible, then how can anything in my life ever change?
If everyone and everything around me are the reason my life is the way it is, how can I create anything different?
I am left at the whim of other people or other things, hoping I’ll get the life I really want.
I could wait a long time for that to never happen.
Or…
I can take responsibility for all the results in my life.
I can own that I have created my life so far, for better or for worse.
And then I can get down to creating what I want going forward.
And it will be all my fault!