Before You Judge, Read This

 

Who Are We to Judge?

Who are we to judge? Who are we to shame?

Every interaction involves two personalities—mine and someone else’s. Who they are, and who I am. And more importantly, how I choose to respond or react.

But what about the people who feel entitled to shame others? What gives them the right to call me, or anyone else, shameful or a disgrace to my profession simply because I choose to share what I believe?

Do they think I speak carelessly, without thought or conviction? Do they assume that because they disagree with me, I must be uninformed, reckless, or even dangerous? What compels them to believe that disagreement justifies disrespect? That their feelings give them license to insult, to label, to diminish?

Who are they to judge me?

I could ask the same of myself. When I share my own thoughts—whether about life, society, or even politics—am I, in my own way, guilty of the same thing? Am I shaming others without realizing it? Do I believe, deep down, that I am more educated, more informed, more rational than those who see the world differently?

It’s a fine line, isn’t it?

For example, I may not fully understand why someone feels the need to change their gender, but who am I to say they are wrong? And yet, if I say, "Well, if someone can feel they were meant to be a different gender, then why can't I say I was meant to have a different body—one with a flatter stomach and larger breasts—and have the government pay for it?"—am I questioning the principle, or am I diminishing someone else’s experience?

And if I ask that question, does that mean I deserve to be shamed, called names, or dismissed as ignorant?

What drives people to react with such hostility, rather than curiosity?

Maybe it’s fear. Fear that their own beliefs might be challenged. Fear that if they don’t attack first, they might have to examine their own convictions more closely.

Maybe it’s ego. The need to be right, to feel superior, to prove a point at any cost.

Or maybe, just maybe, they’ve forgotten that disagreement doesn’t have to mean disrespect.

It’s easy to judge. It’s harder to listen. It’s easy to attack. It’s harder to pause and reflect.

Maybe the real challenge isn’t in having the right answers, but in being willing to sit with the discomfort of not knowing.

Maybe the true strength isn’t in proving a point, but in asking better questions.

Maybe, just maybe, judgment isn’t our job.

Maybe, kindness is.

Producing Video at the Gracious Age of Seventy

It is a GREY and misty day out today. I was out early for my feral fix. It was warm and still dry. There were so many birds around and the bird feeders were empty. So I filled them and watched the unferals race around like their tails were on fire. Funny kitties! I messed with a few plants, and  threw dirt into the comppost. I had planned to walk but it became dull and rainy. Even the cats don't want to walk in it. 

I spent time editing a video on capcut. It is like rewiring your brain. I can't describe it any other way. Young people get right in there and create these amazing videos and here's the thing. They did not just sit down and make the video. Their brain is trained differently. They learned early to edit. Could be a life hack!!

 Todays video edit was easier than its been. Still not easy but getting there. And the end result, though not perfect, is smoother. An improvement, for sure. I have been working at creating good video for almost three years, I think. I can remember saying out loud, "I will never do video", and here I am doing it. I have created over 200 videos on my phone. Staggering!!

It is hard in the beginning for the Ageless to video ourselves. It is because we are not supposed to be self-admiring. And we do that as we begin sharing ourselves in video. We are super conscious of how we imagine we are supposed to look. Actually how we see ourselves in the mirror is not how you may see us. It's a thing.

 I remember the first hundred or so pictures of myself -just pictures-after I turned 50 and how I found something wrong with every one of them. I suddenly became a critic of my appearence and it was never nice. And then I'd think, "well that isn't good, I don't look professional, smart, pretty, courageous, likable"and so much more. What finally convinced me to push the "share" button was being reminded that this is how others see me everyday. When I am not looking in a mirror, this is what I look like, so get used to it. Find something else to fret about.

It was tough. And then came the videos. They seemed so fake to me. But, when I worked with my coach on the first video project for nurses, she helped by editing the videos and when I saw them, I was impressed. I thought, "I'd listen to this person". 

Suddenly, I liked the videos. I listened to the whole program as we put it together and what I wasn't noticing was how my hair looked or my makeup. I was seeing the gift in what I was sharing in the program.  It is the content that really matters. And I have content to share. Even that came as a surprise to me.

Here's the thing, when you get to a certain age, you can't be thinking , "I didn't do much in my life, I don't have any qualities, I don't have anything to share". That is a lie! Every woman that has reached a certain age has been through something that another younger woman thinks she will not survive. 

These are your gifts, your shares. These are some of the things I share in video. And it stimulates my creative juices. It also reminds me that I too have lived through events. I hate using the word but I have 'survived' and there is always a story in those decisions and bumps in the road of my life. Those are what books are made of.  

So when you are ready to do video shares, don't be afraid!

Be Brilliant! Be Courageous! Save a life with your story!

Am I enough?

Again, I am learning something new or more advanced at 70+.

 

 Is it because I feel bored? 

Is there some kind of expectation that because I am Cis Ahearn, that I will finally find something other than nursing that I am successful at?

Have I not met my purpose by being a nurse for 50+ years, traveling all over the world, doing most outdoor snow sports, working out at some of the most amazing health clubs in the USA, been at yoga since I was 21, and on and on? 

Who am I trying to please?

 Who am I trying to impress? 

Retiring and the following 4 years, while interesting, was mostly a disaster with my funds. I can't lie, I followed a few rabbits down a few holes. Bad holes. But, I keep getting up, brushing off my butt or my knees and taking off again. The most important thoughts about this have been about gratitude. It is how I managed.

I mean, who am I to complain? I have a roof over my head, I live in my dream location. I have food in my fridge and cabinets. Warm water to shower in. I have clothing for winter weather. A car. Gasoline in my tank. And so much more. I believe I have enough.  

My rules about this may be the challenge. 

Is having "enough" enough? 

Maybe I hold the bar too low. Maybe if I was a person who thought they needed more of everything, I might have more....of everything. 

Somewhere I learned that I never had enough. That I was never enough. And I will grant you, that value came from me. I fought hard, I put up with a lot of criticism, complaints and negative feedback on who I was supposed to be vs who I wanted to be. But, especially with family, it  and I were never enough. Not a doctor, not married,  not a book producer, not enough. 

So to keep my head above water, I did a lot!! I kept in perpetual motion. I travelled, I moved for jobs in all sorts of places. I drove cross-country over 15 times. I met so many people who typically, I would pick their brains, "what makes you tick", "what makes you so successful" and so many more questions all to prove to myself I wasn't enough and that the answers are out there, I just need to ask the right person the right question and I would be enough.

I have had times where I did have "everything". I great job (many actually), money in the bank and in an 401K, a home, clothes, trips, cars, and I was happy mostly. Maybe I didn't appreciate it enough. I know I was grateful for the gifts. I was grateful for the experiences-good and not so good. But, was I enough?

I even taped the words, "I Am Enough!" over my bed in a little attic room I rented one a month vacation I took to Steamboat Springs. I had started a new training, "Robbins-Madanas Training" on strategic Intervention and Life Coaching. I had already spent 8 years in the Tony Robbins environment as a participant, volunteer and Senior Leader. I was still asking questions and still not enough.

I think somewhere deep inside me, there is some little thing someone said or did that is buried like a burr in my soul, saying "you will never amout to anything". I remember where those words came from. 

How could I after all these years give any power to them, considering where they came from? That barbed arrow went deep. But, is it true? 

Am I enough? 

And according to who's rules?

 Does feeling 'not enough' explain my lack of follow through, my lack of financial stability, my lack of self worth? 

I can't say it is a result of not searching for answers, I have been on the hunt for decades. 

Therapy, coaching, time alone in the wild, on the road, on the beach. 

I require down time, I always have and it helps to ground me for sure! 

But, has it answered the question for me? 

Has it unplugged the barb?

 Am I enough?

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Tip # 2 Be Aware of the Ruts!!