I’m learning that love has a lot to do with perspective.
Like we talked about yesterday, it’s easy to love a hurting victim or a wounded child, but it’s hard to love a prostitute.
It’s not because they are different people. It’s because of how we see them. It’s because of their clothes, hair, and makeup. We instantly put up judgements about their choices and their motives. . . before we even know them at all.
Today, I’m wondering if you do that to yourself sometimes?
I know I do.
It’s easy to look at where I am, in business, as a mother, as a wife, a sister, or a friend and make all kinds of judgements of myself. I judge based on everyone else’s “successes”. I judge myself based on social norms, deadlines and expectations. It makes it pretty hard to love myself and be gentle with myself.
The hard part …