You Don’t Measure Up

English: A man handcuffed to the handle of a l...


Carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Feeling the need to make sure everyone does what they should. The need to manage not just myself, but everyone around me.

If I don’t do it, it won’t get done.

If you want something done right, do it yourself.

It’s chronic…spoken or unspoken it’s there. I know because I have been a control freak and I am tired of living that way.

I am tired of the pressure to judge, fix, correct, straighten out, spank, corral, frighten, pressure, guilt, condemn, and look down on others. I know nobody says they do that but I have and I see it all the time.

I’m weary of feeling like I have to save the world and that for others to stay saved depends on me and my ability to be good enough. This constant feeling that everyone is teetering on the edge of total rejection and that one slip up from you and their eternal soul’s blood is on your hands is too much.

My God! That’s a massive weight to bear…who can handle such pressure?
Face it – you don’t measure up…. Get over it!
You don’t measure up.
You don’t measure up.
Admit it…. And be free!


9 thoughts on “You Don’t Measure Up

  1. Scott,

    We all measure up just fine……the goals and ideas about solving things are pretty screwy / out of reach is a cleaner way of stating the struggle. I like most of your stuff, but your semantics here don’t work for me.


  2. I really don’t feel responsible for anybody’s progress but my own, honestly. Everyone is on his or her own individual path, and sometimes interfering too much with their lessons does them a disservice anyway. I will offer help and compassion, but I don’t get too attached to the outcome, as that detracts from the other person’s power.

    We all just do it over and over until we get it right – if not in this life, then maybe in the next one.

  3. Great post! It reminded me of a time about 10 yrs ago, my son was into drugs, crime and living on the streets some where. I was so consumed with saving him I couldn’t eat, sleep or work. A friend suggested I pray. I thought to myself, “You obviously don’t understand the severity of the situation, God can’t fix this!”
    My son did change his life around, with God’s help, and the help of a bunch of other dedicated individuals. I have come to realize that when we try to fix things for other people we are saying to them,”I don’t believe in you, you aren’t capable.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s