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Five Minute Friday: Excuse


I had the day off today and even though I had all of the time in the world, I thought of a ton of excuses not to do this post. I had to do work for my second job, I needed to do laundry, I couldn't think of the right photo.

But just like what this photo says, I needed to scoop the poop and quit making excuses. If I want to be a writer, I need to write. Quit overthinking it, quit being scare about it, and write.

Maybe I am intimidated because I live about an hour away from The Pioneer Woman. How could I ever be as successful as her? How could I be the kind of blogger that she is?

But isn't that an excuse, isn't that a load of poop?

Comparing ourselves to others is just that - poop. We are fearfully and wonderfully made to be us, not anyone else. Each of us has unique things to offer. We shouldn't make excuses for that, we should embrace it.

Excuses are so much easier than action. But what I have come to discover recently is that once you take action, you find yourself wanting to take more action. The simple act of doing negates the need for excuses.

Life is too short for excuses. Scoop the poop of reasons you can't and get out there and do what you want to do, be who you want to be, have the life you want.

No more excuses.

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