you're being robbed.

I like to read Donald Miller's blog. He's one of my favorite authors because he's honest, witty, and just self-deprecating enough to be endearing (instead of annoying). His post today seeped into my mind and found a nice, cozy corner to knock around in - read it, if you'd like - and has me asking this question:

"How are my addictions and habits robbing me of a better story?"

We've all got 'em - the ways that we spend time, that tick-tock-ticking currency of living, that do little to speak beauty or truth or life into our own story or those stories being lived around us. The days pass, as days do, and we find that these ways of being - these less-than-redemptive habits and addictions - are now life, and, well, about that: when did life become so boring? As Don says: bad habits create boring stories.

I have a habit of procrastinating in facing situations/people/tasks that cause me to feel stressed. I think, maybe, that something about this act gives me an illusion of control - "I'll decide when and how and where to have that awkward conversation, thankyouverymuch!" - but regardless of the why, this is one of my own pet habits that happens to be creating a very boring, very repetitive story in my life's trajectory.

I want to live a story that shouts of life's value and beauty and goodness - you know the sort. I'm thinking that dragging my feet, making excuses, and kicking myself the next day (or week or month or year) isn't quite the way to make that happen. Anyone want to argue the point?

Here's a question [rhetorical or not-so-much, your pick]: what's robbing you?