Monthly Archives: March 2013
Looking back, I realize that a lot of my hardest times could have been avoided, if I had not made a pivotal decision which led to that particular hard time. As logical as that thought seems, it took a while to reach it. I made bad decisions, and then felt surprised or wounded if things did not turn out well.
I am a big believer in taking responsibility for my actions, even the worst of them. I don’t cut myself any slack.
Those who read my first book, My Remembrance, got some insight into the abusive childhood that I started out with. Those people would probably say, “You didn’t know better. No one taught you anything. You are so much better than statistics say you might otherwise be.”
They are correct, but I will not let my childhood be my crutch. Just because you have never known a better life, does not mean that you cannot achieve a better life, and make better decisions.
Although I didn’t grow up in a good household, I saw, through the people at church, what a good marriage and family looked like. I knew what I wanted, but I was a bit lost concerning how to achieve it.
It was because of this confusion that I made bad decisions. I suffered many consequences while trying to find my way.
It was, however, not a waste. I learned many lessons and became a stronger person…. the hard way. Because I learned so much, I am able to say to my children, “Don’t do that. It’s a bad decision. Trust me, I know.” In other words, I am able to offer the guidance that my parents failed to give me.
Every bad experience can have some sort of blessing, if we only bother to look for it. We have to be willing to have a grateful heart. Sometimes, the smallest blessings mean the most.