My wife and I went grocery shopping the other day, and as we were walking through the parking lot we passed a guy driving a yellow Lamborghini.
I judged him.
Yeah, big time.
What’s up with that?
What is my problem with sports cars? What do I have against the color yellow? Am I anti-banana?
The truth is – I judge people all of the time. I do.
I would love to say that I have evolved into an enlightened being who never judges his fellow-man…
…but I haven’t.
Darn you Judgy McJudgerton!
I am not proud of this, but I am being honest.
I am fully aware that behind every one of my judgments is my own baggage – my story – my insecurity – my STUFF!
It’s mine. I own it. I take responsibility.
It’s actually kind of comical when you start to notice your judgments. It’s kind of like a game.
In fact, my wife and I have become pretty good at it. We’ll even call ourselves out when we do it – and just say out loud, “That was a judgment.”
As I catch and notice my judgments, they seem to have less power. It allows me to reverse my thoughts, express compassion to whomever I judged, and forgive myself for getting sucked into the judgment.
I am working on it – but I still slip into Judgy McJudgerton from time to time. He’s got his faults, but I forgive him.