Judging You...

I know better, I have done more hours of self work than I can count. Yet here I sit struggling with judging, damning the choices of others, questioning how people can be so insensitive to others. I am in a rut and need to quickly figure out how to turn the mirror around and look at myself, leaving others to suffer the consequences (or not) of their actions. Somewhere along the line I failed at my favorite advice, let others bring their baggage to discuss, but make sure they take it with them when they leave, not carrying their baggage for them.

Judging you as I sit in Church, yes, really.

I now recall how easy it is to get caught up in yourself ignoring warning signs and the long term effect your actions can have on others. My past, and future, is riddled with choices that hurt others, crush others, including myself. How is it that I think I can sit on my throne today and judge the actions of others, I have absolutely no right to do so.

It is hard when you see someone you love making choices that, when discovered, will have a devastating impact on many, hurt rippling through relationships and lives like a Tsunami. I want to shake them by their shoulders and show them the future. Only...I don't know the future, or the outcome, so who the hell am I to judge?

All that I have control over is my own choices, boundaries, and struggles; letting others, no matter how hard it is, to make their own mistakes is essential for my well being and sanity.

From a favorite book of mine: For today I will "live and let live, setting me free from the compulsion to criticize, judge, condemn, and retaliate which can damage me far more than those against whom I use such weapons." Holding such contempt is bad for my health and sanity. Period.

Carrying on with my imperfect self.