I find myself a little bit jealous of other women a lot of the time. When they are a little more together, a little more successful -- in their jobs, in wrangling their children, in their wrap dress -- than I am.
Instead of making hasty and inconclusive judgments about the nature of our experience, wouldn't it benefit us to suspend judgments until we have measured and analyzed the underlying nature of the phenomena before us?
The lake seemed so big and mysterious when I stood right in front of the water. But from the top of the mountain, it felt innocent and easy to embrace; tucked, like a child, between the woods.
I've learned that the less I think my thoughts define who I am, the more I expand into the truth of my being. As I unstick me from my thoughts -- which is sometimes tender-painful, like peeling bare thighs off a hot seat in summer -- then the mean-girl stuff just floats away.
Judgment has become known as one of the top spiritual sins one can commit. No doubt, judgmental statements that serve no purpose do drag us down. But when you think about it, how much of what we say is not judgmental?
Suddenly, right there on that episode of Supernanny, I was watching a scene that played out nightly in my house. I was aghast. How could I be watching a reflection of my own life on the show I watch to confirm I'm an amazing parent?
Snap judgments are a form of positional thinking -- right/wrong, good/bad, desirable/undesirable. Energetically, each time we make one of these judgments, we are either accepting or rejecting someone or something.
Why is she so thin? She must be devastated over her marriage. Is she on drugs? Everyone seems to have a question or comment when someone famous is going through a rough patch. It is so easy to assume or come to a conclusion on what the story is.