When I first heard about Web Logs, now known as “Blogs”, I thought “who would want to read someone else’s diary?” Well, apparently millions of people do! Even though I mainly read them when I am seeking out a recipe or how-to instructions, I, admittedly, judged people who blogged as needing attention. And that’s not all. I have wasted way too much time judging a variety of irritations over the years: minivans, ranch houses, acid wash jeans, women who wear active wear everywhere, country clubbers, meat-eating, “boob jobs”, and many more. How’s that for being judgey?!
A friend dared me to make a list of the things that I judged, as an “I will never” list. She casually warned that I would probably watch them all happen. Nearly every item on the list above is now true, except I have yet to sport a pair of acid wash anything and only eat bacon “accidentally”; however, here I sit wearing my activewear in my house, a 1950s ranch, about to drive in my minivan to go play tennis at our country club.
A wise woman recently told me that “when we make a judgement about another, it’s really a judgement about ourself.” That has been a hard pill to swallow. Ironically, I have ironed out many of my judgements about other people, replacing that negative energy with compassion for where others are on their own journey. “Bloom where you are planted” is what I believe, although I recently realized that I have not been granting myself the same sentiment of understanding…until now.
So why am I starting a blog at this moment, given all of my judgments? Well, my BRCA genetic diagnosis has changed my life in so many ways, not to mention how it’s altered my perspective about decisions that we each make. I never thought that I would do the things that I have done (more about those in blog posts to come). There. I have exposed some of my truth, which feels like I am living in a glass house. Instead of casting your stone, hold it tight in your pocket to remind you of your own strength.
And so, instead of judging myself or worrying about others’ judgments over my blog, I will consider my posts as simply planting seeds, to see what blooms…in each of us!
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
What do you judge yourself harshly about? How can you turn it into compassion?