Everyone is always offering advice on everything. They seem to be an expert on everyone’s life but their own. It’s so much easier to offer criticism when it’s not your life. Why is it that I can see clearly what is wrong in another person’s life and offer direction but when it comes to my life, I am blind as a bat?

A writing prompt poses a question, what was the best advice ever given to you. Actually I am still mulling it over. I can’t remember the best advice I was given but I can think of all the advice I have given to others. Being a cheerleader for someone else’s life is easy. For my own life, it’s not that simple.

I remember my friend Elyse once gave me some advice. I don’t remember clearly what it was about but I remember it was profound. As cheesy as it sounds, she told me that nobody is standing in the way of my future except me. Whatever I want to do, I can do. I just have to make it happen myself. No one else is going to do it for me.

Advice from those who do and have done is the best advice. Following it is another thing. Stepping out of our comfort zones takes courage and strength. Some days I feel like I have neither. What makes one person excel while another fails miserably? I worry too much about the littlest and stupidest things. I wish I could take a pill or something to make this incessant worrying disappear. Maybe I should talk to a strink.