At what point did humility become not knowing your own worth?
This goes beyond not being able to take a compliment. Self-deprecation is all fun and well – I’m particulary good at it according to my friends. But there’s always a hint of challenge bordering on sarcasm that makes it work, I think. I’m not talking about humility either – a fair dose of humility is always a good idea. There’s always someone right around the corner waiting to kick your kettle up over your teapot, cupcake. I keep that firmly in mind.
What I am talking about is that you know you are worthwhile as a person just the way you are. No one ever has the right to judge you, even if they have walked a mile in your shoe, or been there done that, or any of the other countless silly amorphisms that exist to justify negative people criticizing you. No, you haven’t. Everyone lives a unique life. Sure, there are patterns to the weave, but no one sees it all. It’s not only impossible but the height of arrogant pride to think that someone can judge who you are.
Look, we’re not talking about courts and the law. You kill someone, you’re going to jail yeah. Don’t kill anyone. What we are talking about is the cess of negativity that some of us live with and keep around. Similar to my prior post on People who are Anchors, don’t stand for judgement when it does happen. Set limits. Enforce them. You deserve and are worth better.
In no way do I suggest not seeking out advice or council. Reach out to your friends, a therapist – ask for help by all means. But realize that help means a patient ear, hearing some uncomfortable truths and a heaping helpful hand extended in love, not a finger pointing in judgement. Never stand for that.
And don’t judge – you’ve never and will never earn that right.
If that’s not the truest definition of love, I don’t know what is.