Sometimes we don’t know how imperfect we are until someone brings it to our attention. We already know that we aren’t perfect or even close to it but it cuts to the bone when someone we hardly know points it out about us. As we get older, we learn more and more about ourselves and must face the fact that we still got a lot to learn. I have so many faults that I can’t even begin to start. I can’t even tell you which of them is greater than the other. But two things that I will immediately and continuously work on are my brusque actions and inability to let people finish talking. I have a bad habit of not letting people finish their sentences. It’s frustrating, callous, selfish, and impolite. I’m on a few days medical leave so I have some time to think about getting myself together. I know that it will take a lot of concentration and thought on my part and I hope that the people that are engaged in conversation with me will be forgiving and understanding. I apologize to everyone that I offended.
We often look for excuses when things don’t go our way, shifting the blame onto others instead of taking responsibility for our own choices. But excuses only grow stronger the more we feed them. This same pattern shows up when it comes to doing what’s right—we stay silent, waiting for someone else to step forward, rather than holding ourselves accountable. “What’s your excuse now?” is a challenge to stop hiding behind hesitation and a sense of true comfort in our own skin.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
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