In
the beginning there were two tribes. The Savorers and the Judgers.
The savorer put the roasted range chicken in his mouth and went,
"Interesting"! The judger did the same and went, "Uggh!
Icky Yuck!". The savorer looked at the rain cloud and went
WOW while the judger complained about its bad timing. The savorer
saw rocks under his bed as a part of the journey, the judger resisted
& complained each night and so woke up the next morning with
sour-face. The savorer held life as something to "experience",
the judger saw life as something to score. The savorers walked thru
their day willing while the judgers carried with them skepticism
and blocked-ism.
We
all have blood from both tribes. Our need to "weigh" or
evaluate people and things in relation to some kind of standard
prevents us from seeing them for who and what they are. It also
keeps us from engaging with them in truth and without bias.
"That's
good. This could be better. I'm not that talented. I'm better
than her. He should do more. I hate the way that tastes. I don't
like that!" We all have an opinion
don't we? And they're often so very...so very...non-constructive!
To
the judgers, the present experience of life is either good or it's
bad. And the judger is victim
to his own judgment, as his willingness to fully engage with life
and people is closely tied to whether he's having a "good"
day or a "bad" day.
The
savorers on the other hand are free from the handcuffs of judgment.
They are free to fully experience the moment while their judger
counterparts are busy cutting off, avoiding and invalidating.
Judgers
may as well be wearing pink fuzzy hats...that's how easy they are
to spot.
