Remember that old saying about pointing fingers?
That while you’re pointing your finger at someone else, there are three other fingers pointing back at you?
Yeah. That one.
Tonight I was finishing up supper for the crew after a long day of thinking and wondering about why folks behave the way they do. Why certain choices are made. Why what happens, happens.
And before I could finish my “finger pointing” thoughts–you know the ones:
she must’ve lost her ever-lovin’ mind
some folks just got no raisin’s
there’s just no accounting for how some folks behave
I sure as shootin’ never would’ve…..
You’ll never find me doing that…..
Ummm, yeah. Those kind of thoughts.
Before I could finish one of those in my mind, (thankfully) I was reminded of those other three fingers pointing back at me.
Three fingers for three thoughts that are TRUE, whereas all those that I was trying to finish in my mind MAY OR MAY NOT BE TRUE.
*You don’t know what you don’t know.
*You will never know the whole story.
*So you should probably hush your mouth. Oh, and put your finger away.
This was what my heart said to my brain. Or vice versa. Either way, they both got the message. In those few seconds of realization, I let out a major sigh and so much “bad stuff” was released.
Not my monkey, not my circus. Not my story to write or tell. Or to judge.
I don’t know how we can get so all fire set on judging someone else’s behavior or choices or lifestyle. But we do, don’t we?
It’s a struggle.
Tonight I’m thankful for the reminder to keep my nose in my own business and keep my fingers all in a row–the better to offer a handshake, a pat on the back, or a hug.
I sure can’t do any of those when I’m pointing, can I?
And right now, I’m thinking the world needs more hugs than fingers pointed anyway.
Love and a big hug to all.