Repeating motifs in my life.
Mistaken Identity.
Some people imagined I was glass and never see the diamond until it’s too late.
Hint: Diamond is how I handle pressure.
Mistaken Identity.
I was never “Daddy’s Little Princess.”
I was my Grandfather’s “Little Angel.”
Thus, I was never looking for a sugar daddy.
I was looking for a Master Craftsman.
My Grandfather was a carpenter, and he gifted me a hammer and
With that TOOL he also gifted the purpose to build and take apart
what is needed to shape my own world.
He told me stories about these other carpenters* and what they’d built, and how much of what they built still stands.
That is the Meaning of TRUE. How long it stands upright on its foundations. Core Principles.
*(wink to JC (always in my peripheral asking “hmm…what do you suppose I’d do?”))
I try to argue I am not an effective public speaker. (liar.)
Or
maybe
The problem is that I am.
I am that light that draws in all the haters.
Canary in the coal mine,
where the toxic gas(lighting) roams; invisible or endorsed and enabled to everyone else.
Strange world, mine. Ijs (that landscape gets even weirder the deeper we go into my backstory)
There are many kinds of hammers with many kinds of purposes. A multi-branched skill tree. The peak of the tree is a special hammer (golden) and it is called Gavel and endowed with Verdict.
Oops gave the answer before the question!
The Question: “Who am I to judge?”
little pecks …little cheap cheap cheap…
usually runs something like “who do I think I am” or “what gives me the right..”
Absurd question under these Declarations. Answer: Independent, as ordained.
I’m going to call this a PACT tactic and decline the offer. I want no part of those binding/blinding games.
Hammer-time. What are you building? Or are you here for the tear down?
Did you bring the right tools? Did you even pick up a tool to train in? What is in your tool box? (Asset Mapping will have to be its own thread.)
“Who am I” when asked…
of me
seems to only come FROM
those who do not know who they are.
Know Thyself is the answer.
Then you can stop asking/judging about others.
Mirror mirror, echo chamber and all that…
Next.
“Who am I to judge”… this one gets me cracking up the most.
Are you kidding me? I am allowed to judge. We ALL are.
That’s why it’s called “Having good judgement” (duh)
…vs bad judgement. (hello, there it is..!)
We are Allowed to HAVE discernment.
We are Allowed to Decide what we want in our lives and what we do not.
Ridiculous assertion (gas)
I can decide and practice good judgement. (air) (galliant)
Posing the question reveals more about their world and their rule systems, and the Twisted Games they play…
than it does about MY world and which hammer I am using today.
Good segway, let me link my Muszacks!
Traveler Chimiru 
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