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I don't have any skeletons in my closet ...

I have watched many people throughout my life. From politicians and Hollywood elite to my next-door neighbor and it seems many of them fall to the 'ol skeleton in the closet problem.

Whenever they try to accomplish something great, like start a business, change careers, or step into a leadership role of any kind, it seems like all you have to do is wait. Just wait, and soon you'll hear about all of the mistakes they've ever made. Private mistakes or professional, it doesn't matter. People who have something against them try to make sure that everyone knows exactly what they have done.

Sometimes, it's actions that are big problems. Something illegal, or immoral seems to be the jackpot for those wishing to control the narrative around someone they either dislike or have bitterness against. Oof, we could spend a whole day speculating about the motives of the ones parading another's skeletons out for display right? Holding a grudge, unforgiveness, living a life of bitterness, arrogance, and being in competition with someone seem to, unfortunately, be driving factors over an innocent driving desire to help find the right person for the cause.

It seems like lately, it doesn't even matter if what they've done is illegal or immoral. It just has to be something another person disagrees with. Opinions are treated as facts and it's exhausting.

I don't have any wisdom to fix this situation. No grand words of advice. I'm just here to tell you people that I don't have skeletons in my closet. Skeletons imply final death. I don't have skeletons, I have zombies. The undead. And they are Starving to regain a portion of the control they once held. I mean, I'll lead a group if you want me to, I'll coach a team, I'll speak to groups about self-worth and living an overcoming life. But you'll never hear me say that the zombies in my closet aren't hungry for more. I mean, I've finally gotten them pushed into the closet and out of my daily life and I feel like that's a victory. But don't think for a second that I don't hear them banging on the door wanting out from time to time. Me and Jesus just trying to get from one day to the next keeping the door closed. I'm a normal, flawed person just trying to do this dang thing called life and be a better person by the time I die than I was in the beginning.

That's all folks - Just keepin' it real - Have a great day!

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