Lovely female figures sculpted by Adam. Click the photo to check out his site,

I am short. In ridiculous PC language, I am vertically challenged. I have to use a chair to reach things in standard sized cupboards. Capri pants look like regular pants on me. The driver’s seat in my car must be in the full forward position in order for me to reach the gas. Oh and the brake, but mostly the gas, so I can be on the ready to get out of the way of someone qualifying for NASCAR. If my airbag ever does deploy, it will most certainly give new meaning to having eyes in the back of my head.

Standing at five feet and three inches, I’m built for endurance, not speed. Don’t discount those three inches, that’s where my entire attitude is stored. Knowing that I’m in this thing for the long haul is what keeps me constantly on the look out for things to write about that are in keeping with the theme of my book, Summoning the Strength, a story that poured out of me because it had to be told. At this point, I’ve given away as many copies as I’ve sold. NBD. I know it isn’t a literary masterpiece. The story of Katherine Doyle is the story of women from every generation since the beginning of recorded time. The difference for her is her attitude. She is not a victim. It isn’t in her nature. Too many women worked too hard and sacrificed too much for her to fall into that trap.

As I cruise around blogs and do my pub crawl (magazines & newspapers), I find there is an incredible amount of excellent writing out there. Books, of course, are a source of inspiration; they hold everything a person could want to know about everything. To stay current though, it is necessary to explore writing beyond the classics. What I’ve found is interesting. Quantity over quality issues make it important to keep the crap filtration system to an acceptable parts per million for someone of my diminutive stature. Much of what is being written is a re-working of previous ideas, pieces of information and opinion. Some well informed.

Some not so much.

Of course, it is for each person to decide for themselves what is relevant and valuable. There will be no cataloging or critiquing of crap here. I don’t have time to waste writing about it and certainly no one has time to waste reading it. I could give an opinion, you know I could, but it would be biased. Biased by my own experience, my knowledge or lack thereof, biased by any number of factors that affect a person’s judgment. There’s that word, judgment, naughty, unpopular almost vulgar word. Interchangeable with discernment, but more often used to describe scorn and ridicule of anything, anyone for any reason.

Don’t want to be judged? Don’t want to be around people who are judgmental? Don’t want to pass judgment? I’ve got some news for you, judgment day is every day. Our work, our choices, our bodies, our lives are judged. It’s a fact; whether we like it or not. The degree to which it is used to exclude us and injure us bears watching, but it will never go away and the sooner we decide not to let ridiculous judgments bother us, the sooner we can get on with issues that matter. Like judgment of the speed at which a big-ass SUV is bearing down on us, so we know when it’s time to punch it and get out of the way.

Judgment also makes it possible to measure a person’s tolerance for my attitude. Why give ‘em a yard when 3 inches will do, right? Thanks for reading, commenting and sharing. Here’s a little ditty, just for you.

11 thoughts on “Non-Issues

  1. Judgement is a part of life that I look forward to discussing with my own kids someday. It’s become a complicated action that should be so simple. Judge not in a way that makes me feel superior, but in a fair way to decide who I want in my life and how I want to act. I much prefer the judgement of whether to go fast or brake compared to judging others in a mean way.

    1. LOL Leah. I thought you might say that. Thanks for commenting. Also for spelling brake correctly, I swear, every time someone helps me catch a mistake without actually pointing it out I feel grateful and stupid at the same time. I am so judgmental! : )

        1. Good Morning Leah, yeah I know you weren’t and that’s what made is so great. : ) I see goofy things like that and smack my forehead like, “look at that.”

          1. I am more critical of my own work than others. I don’t even think about it unless what the person is saying is ridiculous than I will notice mistakes.

            1. I know what you mean. That’s what makes it even more funny, since the post was about judgment. We so judge ourselves much more harshly than anyone else. (Most of the time.)

  2. I love how the sculpture houses every type of social deformity, truly a work of art to last the ages and describe our opinions of this era

    1. I chose the photo of this sculpture that I took at the Cottonwood Art Festival because she is beautiful. Classically beautiful. If she were a living person, I would hope she’d never let herself think for one minute she is anything but beautiful. Judging one’s self is sometimes more critical than any silliness society can throw at a person. Of this I know.

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