I hide behind the search for information that will make the journey the easiest, most efficient and least effective. Hiding behind books and magazines and any other piece of paper I can add to shore up the wall of excuses. Behind one plan or another that I know I won’t follow or succeed at because I choose it for its probability to fail. I hide behind the promises of quick fixes and great gains knowing that it won’t work but will give me something else to blame other than myself. To hide behind is getting me nothing except a big butt, poor health and a large stack of paper which I could use to the light my fire. My hiding is hurting me and impinging on my happiness which I can no longer allow to happen. Hiding must stop and be done before the paper and excuses consume my life and ruin my body. So the hiding is over there is nothing for it except hard work and the loathed exercise that the hiding did not banish. The hiding is over the body can no longer take the excuses or the failure the mind cannot absorb any more facts to fashion in to excuses. Hiding is over success will be pursued with the same enthusiasm with which facts were once gathered. And from the hiding will emerge the person that I’ve been avoiding all along the one that I’ve been hiding from. From the hiding I will seek to embrace the self I abandoned in pursuit of paper instead of happiness. The hiding will now be abandoned and the self will emerge triumphant with the paper lining the path to success.