Excuses, excuses, excuses.
I am so good at making them. I make them to rationalize eating crappy food, not going to bed at a decent hour, not cleaning my house, and not doing my homework. What I’ve learned is that making excuses only makes everything worse, and eventually makes everything spiral out of control. What I end up with when I don’t do the things I need to do is an expanding waist-line, a day that I’m too tired to get through, a house that looks like it’s from an episode of Hoarders, and a pile of unfinished homework with fast-approaching deadlines. Having the latter list on my plate that I need to tackle all at once is a hell of a lot more overwhelming than just doing what I need to do, one small step at a time. So the question is then, why do we make excuses?
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