Humbled

I can’t say how humbled I am by the hope I have received by the readers of this blog. Allies and adversaries alike have wished me well, and the lessons I am having to learn at home need to be applied here as well. I try to give everyone respect, but I am hard headed—listen to the song. There is a reason I titled the blog Bungalow Bill.

I have had so much time to reflect—to understand, and I need to enforce these reflections in my life. Pointing fingers doesn’t always do one well, and while in a blog it’s justified it’s not necessarily in your personal relationships. Pointing fingers at home doesn’t lead to a better life. Everyone is responsible to making a house a home, and I have no right pointing fingers if I didn’t take the time to be a part of something in the first place. It’s really my own fault for not being more involved.

I am sorry to the people I have hurt. It wasn’t intentional. Sometimes the road to a better life is full of disappointments and how we handle those disappointments usually decides if we get to the better life. I should learn this lesson and maybe show a little respect to those regular visitors who don’t agree; let’s try to engage in a healthier debate—maybe even get past the anonymous moniker.

I have a lot of fixing to do. In my desires to be successful and provide, I fell. I fell hard. I notice I became snappy sometimes with my readers. While I am not going to change my views of what’s right for our country, I could have done a better job of making you feel welcome—just like I could have done a better job in my home making things better.

I know there can never be a me. I committed to being an us at home. Which means I need to take less time on my side projects like the blog, new Web sites, online businesses, and spend more time with the people that last building strong relationships that promote dependability, trust, honesty, love, friendship, and vitality.