I visited a new blogger friend today, Jennifer at http://enjoylifeforonce.com
Judgment! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A post she’d written, 32 Flavors of Judgment, got me thinking about the ease with which we seem to judge ourselves…and others.
Why is that do you suppose?
Might it be that knee-jerk reaction to throw the first punch…at ourselves…or others?
Over coffee with a friend today, we commiserated at feeling the need to explain our actions to others. Especially in light of the fact that we’re both middle-aged mothers of adult children.
Why is it that we dictate to others…or allow others to dictate to us?
Having spent years digging out from under low self-esteem, I’ve never been inclined to tell others what to do. After all, I might be wrong.
In any given situation, however, our reactions can differ. Chalk it up to individual DNA.
When you come right down to it we’re all in the same boat…striving to validate our own existence.
It’s a struggle to command the spotlight…to be heard above the din…to distinguish ourselves from the crowd.
We’d all like to feel good about who we are…what we’ve become…what we’ve done. But surely it needn’t be at anyone’s expense…our own…or someone else’s…
Jennifer’s explanation was thought-provoking…in a wonderfully delicious…Baskin Robbins, banana split sundae sort of way.
32 Flavors Of Judgment…
If I judge myself based on the eyes of society, I fail because there are too many opinions.
If I judge myself based on my own criteria, I still fail because my mind changes moment to moment.
But if I learn to identify and recognize the particularly sour flavor of ‘judgement’ as it arises, I can spit it out and take a sip of water, savoring the complicated colorful glorious mess of perfection that takes judgement’s place. And then maybe I can do something from the heart.
Banana split (Photo credit: jumbledpile)
Banana Split (Photo credit: amanky)
Birthplace of the Banana Split (Photo credit: J. Stephen Conn)
Wouldn’t you rather wallow in confectionery goo up to your eyeballs…than in opinions that don’t really matter in the end?