In Defense of Excuses | Paige Claassen
Necessary Evil. Photo by Leif Gasch (@theelgee) I don't like excuses. I don't like making them, I don't like hearing them, and I don't like reading about them on facebook. Sure, I'll whine like the best of 'em. I'm weak, my skin is thin, I'm tired, I'm sick of falling off this same stupid move over and over. The line between excuses and whining is admittingly thin and blurry. It's when our whining turns into the reason we didn't send that an excuse bares its nasty teeth. An excuse is an invented or exaggerated external force for which we blame our shortcomings. These may include, but are not limited to: It's too hot/cold/windy/still/dry/humid My shoes are too stiff/soft/old/new These holds are too glossy This rock is too sharp My significant other put too many scoops of protein powder in my shake and it's weighing me down Someone was playing a didgeridoo while I was trying to send Some rebuttals you might consider for these excuses: Perhaps you might enjoy the climate controlled