Excuses vs. Action

I used to be a professional at making excuses.

I can’t go for a walk because I’m too fat. I can’t write a book because it’s just too much work. I can’t pursue relationships because I’ll fail. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.

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Every year that went by without taking action, something in my heart died. The spark of hope disappeared from my eyes. Passion withered away. Hope was lost.

For every day that passed and I stayed in the same spot, every dream that filled my mind faded further into the background. My desires became a distant memory, replaced by despair.

But everything didn’t die. Somewhere inside there was a tiny part that still strived to do something with my life.

Today I’m guest posting for Stacy over at Grow With Stacy.

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