Judgments

Anne Lamott:

I didn't know how to let go of judging people so quickly, on how they look, or dress, or speak, so I couldn't stop judging myself.

Yes. My daily struggle...

About this time yesterday, I was down on our finger in the harbor taking care of my boat. A couple, a man and a woman materialized, just out for a look-around stroll. The man appeared to be about ten years older than I and the woman a mite younger than he. Both of them looked every inch sailors, but they were dressed like New Englanders, not Californians. They were both of lean stature and weathered face. He was sort of dependant on her for moral and physical support. I initiated a conversation. He had circumnavigated the earth twice under sail. I expressed my respect for that. His boat was in Mexico, her boat was in Maine. They had never sailed together, and I got the impression they would never be able to. But they clearly loved each other and they embodied the words my minister said to me from his pulpit Sunday:

As we age, we should aim to get better as opposed to getting bitter.