The hardest form of learning...

We never stop learning, or so I have been told. Actually, I agree. There is always something to learn about even as we get older and think we know all there is to know. However, today's lesson was one of the harder ones I have learned. I learned about myself. It is a fact that my apartment is a wreck. It is a fact that I live alone. Today as I was cleaning I realized that, in regards to the mess, I have never taken on the responsibility for it. Nope, I have made hundreds of excuses as to why my place is a mess. So what is this lesson I learned? I am an excuse maker. Not all of the time. But I realized that on certain subjects I don't take responsibility. So here, for the whole world to see, I am accepting responsibility for the fact that it looks like a tornado hit my apartment. Therefore, it is my responsibility to clean it. Not my moms, not my girlfriends, not some hired service (no, I have never hired a maid), but me. And with that I am heading off, hoping to learn that I CAN clean this place and make it feel good to live in.

Rock, rock on folks!
~me

p.s. while posting this blog, I realized that I misuse commas a lot. I have deleted way to many.