The other day I found myself making judgments about others and about myself for having those judgments. I considered what it would be like to live without judgments.

I had no idea.

A little while later I was struck with this idea—if I no longer felt the need to judge anyone, including myself, I would be free. Free to simply live and make choices (and to live with the consequences of those choices).

Then I started to cry, and to laugh, at the enormity of that freedom. I am still a bit awed by the possibility.

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