my fault.

These are some interesting words. My wife and I were talking through them the other day and, sometimes, something is our fault. But, other times, we just use the words for control of a situation that feels out of control. It was my fault, because I wore that. My fault because I ate that. My fault because I didn’t say the right words.

These can be true. But, if we’re honest, it’s often because we can’t stand a world where things…sometimes…just…happen… and there’s nothing we can do about it.

If it’s our fault, we believe we can prevent it from happening in the future, if we just don’t - or do - that thing differently next time. But often that’s not true.

So, of course, we can own up to our choices and the repercussions. But, sometimes, it’s just chance and it really isn’t your fault. As good as it feels in some weird and twisted way to need blame - even if it’s ourselves - resist the urge when it’s not true.