Stop Waiting For The Magic Button And Take Action
Some days I wake up to a cloud hanging over me. On days like these, it’s easy to put on blinders and forget about everything that’s going on. I refuse to see anyone because I’m not ready to deal with the world. I pull the covers over my head and secretly wish my troubles away.
I hope that if I wish hard enough, a beam of sunlight would pierce through the hazy gray and bring on a bright sunny sky. But life as we know it does not turn out that way. Despite staying in bed all day, eventually I have to get up and deal with what is bothering me.
There are times I whined and complained because I had refused to take responsibility. I was oblivious to the fact that I had the power to create. I don’t have to wait for solutions to fall out of the sky and into my lap.
I forgot I have the ability to change what I was unhappy over. It is up to me to create what does not yet exist but should and take back control of my life.
Too often, we undermine our ability to adapt. To adapt does not mean to throw in the towel. It means accepting the need for change, unlearning, and relearning. To adapt requires that we view life from a different lens.
Subconsciously, I was waiting for the magic button to appear. The one that I could press at any time to get me through challenging moments and make everything easier. This magic button would grant me the ability to start over at any stage when I am stuck in life.
I hate to admit it, but there is no magic button except for my ingenuity in working things out. I accept that the world does not revolve around me. Whenever I come up against a brick wall, it’s up to me to do something about it instead of playing the victim.
Often I end up tolerating what I’m unhappy with because I refuse to deal with the underlying issue. I make excuses to justify my misery rather than focusing on being constructive. I’m expecting compensation or reward for minimal effort.
Nothing will get me through tough times except my perseverance and determination. It’s the hard truth that seemed obvious enough. Yet I dwelled on the illusion that something would eventually fall out of the sky. So I continued to wait.
It did not occur to me that I could stop tolerating and begin exploring the possibilities of change. If it’s true that life is what we make it, I owe it to myself to make a change. Every minute I sat and procrastinated, I contributed to the delay that continued to affect me.
We continue to live in regret and misery, knowing we could have done something but didn’t. Nothing shows up in our world unless we invite it in. Some days we have to bolt the door.