Now that you've chosen to make Eggs: It's up to you to make them.

Hatch an egg, drop it in a hot pan and watch it fry. No this is not your brain on drugs, it’s a journey to a destination called breakfast. I can do another: tear open the packet, pour instant oatmeal in a bowl, add water and possibly some raisins, nuke it for 1 minute…now pour just a taste of syrup and stir. Boom just like that, you’ve taken another path to same destination we earth people commonly call breakfast. Why the eggs? Why these breakfast examples? It boils down to a simple metaphor (no pun intended).

My point is this. In my quest to understand my place in the world I tend to look to my past, to how I was treated by others. Often, I use these obvious details as outliers to explain my failure. Outliers are very important factors in determining failure and success. Malcolm Gladwell penned an impressive book on the subject. I highly recommend anyone to read it twice.

But sometimes, sometimes, a fried egg is just that, and no excuses can explain away my co-dependence to terrible choices. I've come to realize that there's a point in time when every rational success-seeking adult must admit, “My brain has been hooked on a bad habit, nothing more and nothing less.”

Ouch! That hurts to admit because that means that no there's no longer outside reason to lean on. It means that, as long as I am capable, no matter what happened to me, no matter what's been done to me by events or other people, I'm still accountable to myself for making my life better. Just as it's my responsibility to wake up every morning and crack my own eggs for breakfast, I'm the one in charge of making my life.

To continue with this egg metaphor, sometimes its been a while since i made eggs and the box is out of date. Or sometimes, my roommate uses all the eggs and doesn't replace them...(the bastard). Either way, if my breakfast-time-journey is fried eggs on toast, then it's up to me add the extra step of now having to throw on some pajama pants and slippers to join the crowd of early-morning-doers who simply want breakfast but, for whatever reason, now find themselves at Harris Teeter, desperately foraging for a key ingredient that they should have had, had it not been for decomposition or that inconsiderate roommate.

Personally I feel that a lot of things happened to me out of my control ( ie.. parents divorce, being abused by step-dad, getting kicked out at age 17, etc). These things that probably affected my development into adulthood. But if my life sucks (which admittedly a lot of it does) and I want to make it better, if I want it to actually be the truth when i tell people i'm doing "Great," then it's up to me to compensate for my own missed deadlines, or other people's failures. In other words, if want to eat the metaphorical breakfast of my choice. Then i must sometimes be willing buy some metaphorical eggs. Even if it's not my fault I'm metaphorically egg-less, it's still up to me and only me to get my lazy butt out of bed, throw on my overly-comfortable-looking

house clothes and go to metaphorical Harris Teeter and pay the metaphorical cost.

Now I can either complain about it and go back to bed, still hungering for eggs, or I can do it whatever it takes to have a successful breakfast.

In the end, each breakfast's success is as it has always been: up to me.