[Very short because I promise I continue to write, "This Trip..." but sometimes I just need to do a quick blog post.]
I noticed something yet again: I’m more of an observer of this life…than a creator of this life. (Ironic that I observed that, isn’t it?)
I’ve been reacting to events…instead of consciously taking action to direct them.
I’ve been waiting for life to right itself so I can be happy…instead of recognizing all that I am and what I have…and being happy because of it.
I have more control over my life than I know…because my life exists mostly in my head. The way I interpret things…the way I react…the way I move forward or stay in one place…my fear of not living up to who I think I am…or who you think I am.
I guess the point is I’ve let so much outside stuff control my inside stuff that I feel/felt like a victim. I am not a victim…unless I continue to believe that I am. See? It’s mostly in my head.
