My judgments don’t come out of nowhere.

They’re part of something.

Part of a story I’ve told myself.

About what’s right.

What’s good.

What’s true.

I don’t judge what is.

I judge what I think should be.

Based on what I believe.

Been taught.

Been rewarded for.

Been hurt by.

Judgment is the tip of the story.

The visible part.

The loud part.

It’s built on a foundation

I didn’t question.

This is the loop of assuming judgment is neutral

when it’s inherited.

Of thinking my view is the view

instead of a view.

When I react to what I’m seeing ,

what I’m reacting to

is what I believe I’m seeing.

What helps me change

is remembering:

Judgments are part of the pattern.

They’re part of a story.

If I want different outcomes,

I don’t just need to change my mind.

I need to examine the story it’s built on.

Then I can decide

if I believe if that story is still true.