I am a hypocrite. I really can’t believe that I am, but it is true. There have been blogs posts about work/life balance and making time for things you want and does Generation Y attend places of worship, etc. I have read these posts, enjoyed them and the comments that follow. I have even left comments saying such things as “life is about choices” and “you have to make time for things you want” and even (and Jun Loayza’s favorite) “then you pull an all-nighter to catch up.”
I backed out of a soccer game. It was to be my first game with the team, a try-out if you will, and then I backed out the day of the game. I had spent all morning doing taxes, applying for contract positions, etc, etc and didn’t even start my homework until 1pm and I was waaay behind on the reading for the class. So, I backed out. Then I realized that I couldn’t remember the last time I had been to church, something I value and yet don’t make time for. Who am I to leave comments for other people, when I don’t even practice what I preach??
Hypocrisy is something I can’t stand in other people. I was a dance major and tried to make a go of it professionally, so I know fake when I see it (or at least like to think that I do). It drives me crazy, and yet here I am faced with it in myself. I feel…hollow.