I love this. I love it.
I’m stuck on fault myself. And not assigning quite so much of it to myself.
It’s a whole thing I like to do.
But I will tell you, the very minute I quit expecting someone else to make it better, that’s when shit started to get better.
Don’t get that twisted.
“Better” and “easier” are a couple of other things that seem like they should be the same and aren’t.
But it did start to get better.
Be reliable for yourself. Be the person you have to answer to. Ain’t nobody else qualified for that shit in your life. Not God. Not your family.
Answer to yourself. It really, really fuckin’ helps.
Especially when getting better gets hard.
Which it does.
All the damn time.