At what point does being judgmental go from a truly honest assessment to a hyper critical insult? The ability to form judgments exists all over. Courts, on the runway, on TV reality shows, sporting events, cooking contests, school, a whole slew of arenas But when that judgement is in direct regard to a person and not their skills, we are often deemed as harsh over critical and insensitive. The word itself holds negative connotation. If I told someone I was judgmental they definitely wouldn't see it as a good thing. But it is a good thing, it's the ability to be objective, to judge without partiality, and to provide a concrete, concise, definitive decision. If you can't be judgmental, how can you decipher right from wrong or good from bad?
Just a thought. Don't judge me...
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Saturday, May 4, 2013
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Trepidation.
I approach so many things with trepidation, not fear, but trepidation. I go forward, even though I have no idea what I am moving toward. I walk, but I drag my gait, I walk slow, I purposely take time and move slower with each step. I almost know to wait for the bad thing to come, the wrong words that always seem to be said just so I can confirm that whatever it is I was moving toward fell apart BEFORE I got there, that I had no hand in it's failure. But is waiting, deliberately, moving at a sloth's place ruin what could have been had I just moved with more purpose, more rapidity, more urgency? You never will know all the reasons for the demise of any relationship, but know that what you don't do can be just as much a factor as what you do, do.
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