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I believe in right and wrong. There is no grey area for me…

I have come to realize that for most others this is not the way they view things and my perception is often too strict. That is fine. I accept that I am judgmental. Not accept in a passive, complacent manner, but in an “I’m working on it” manner. My struggle lies with the fact that I believe my extraordinarily judgmental, critical, perfectionist tendencies are what have brought me to this amazing, rewarding stage of my life. For that, I am not the least bit apologetic.

However, the strict standards I hold myself and others to do not cause me to berate, ridicule, or patronize individuals who fall short of achieving those expectations. I have realized that we are all on journeys. Some people are simply further along in their journey than others. That is what makes life so intriguing, stimulating, and frustrating all at the same time! It is an intricate web of interactions; every day we come in contact with people who are more or less at peace with themselves. Through these interactions we learn more about who we are, who we want to be, and what we can be when we apply authentic effort and understanding.

That is powerful and empowering.

Do not worry about who you were yesterday…who are you today and what are you doing to make the lives around you better?

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