Sometimes We Cause Our Own Pain

A lot of the worst things that happen to us are things that we cause to happen. What a sad way to start a blog post, right? I bet we're in for one of those real doozies that have been the most popular posts here. Don't think I haven't noticed that, by the way. That when I post about something sad, exponentially more people click on the links on Facebook and Twitter.

That's not what this is though. I say what I've said with so much hope.

Here's my example:

I've lived in this house for years. I think four this March, if I'm doing my math right. And in the winters, this house gets dry. It hasn't been too much of a problem, at least until last winter.

Last winter, I got nosebleeds and sinus infections and even the flu at one point. I couldn't figure out what was different.

Just about two days ago, I remembered something. My house has a water softener. A water softener I'm supposed to fill with water softener salt. A water softener that I haven't filled with water softener salt in about 2 years.

Now in the grand scheme of things, a bloody nose isn't probably one of the worst things to happen to me. It's discomfort and annoyance at best, I suppose.

But it happened because I didn't take the steps necessary to care for myself and my house.

To get a little more vulnerable, there are parts about me that I know cause pain. They hurt me and sometimes they even hurt other people, but I hold onto them anyway. I hold onto them because I think I have to. I tell myself that they're just a part of me, for better or worse.

For a writer, that's a pretty depressing character arc I've decided for myself. "Michael is selfish and never changes." "Michael pushes people away and never changes." Or even just "Michael never changes."

You wouldn't stand for a movie that ended that way.

Why accept it in your life?