Once upon a time, judgement wasn’t a four letter word. It  used to be known as having good judgement. It used to be admirable, to have a discriminating mind.

I have this idea, that all opinion, is in fact a judgement of one kind or another. All choices are a judgement. But it’s not popular anymore. It’s fallen out of favour, like a bad fad.

Because somewhere along the way my judgement, wasn’t about my choices, it was about what I thought about everyone else’s choices. I don’t think there should be a disclaimer on everything to say ‘for me personally’, or ‘based on my experience’, or ‘in my situation’ before you can be comfortable expressing an opinion. It should just be understood that when you talk about something, anything, it takes on a unique context.

I’m as guilty of it as the next person, somebody says something like ‘daycare is good for kids’ and I, in all my insular self-obsession have the audacity to think it’s somehow about me. Which is ridiculous. Totally and completely ridiculous.

But aside from the ridiculous nature of my neurotic self, there’s something far more worrying about the falling away of judgement, good or otherwise. A loss of judgement is a loss of passion. And that is something truly worth mourning.

Judgement isn’t a dirty word, it’s the marriage of mind, body, heart and soul. So I am with judgement, always.