Most Saturdays, I forget the weekend is only a break from work – not from life. I figure if there’s nowhere to be, then nothing I do really counts.  That includes the obvious:  Eating pizza for breakfast, no showering, drinking before a socially acceptable hour.  The usual.

That’s all fine.  I recommend it, in fact.  The problem is when I start thinking I’m on vacation from being a generally decent human being.  You know, I start giving people the stink eye and not looking away when they notice, or making little kids cry. Things I maybe try to avoid on weekdays.

So today, I’m trying to motivate myself to not be a jerk with a little challenge.  Nothing big – I need to save my energy for eating pizza. The challenge comes from a book I read earlier while giving little kids the stink eye from my porch:

A fast from criticism.

Clearly, given all the talk of pizza, I’m not going to fast from actual food.  That’s preposterous.  At least on a game day.  But this challenge intrigues me.

A fast from criticism means that whenever I’m craving a big slice of judging someone’s skinny jeans, mocking their lifestyle or generally tearing apart their worldview, then I have to stop, breathe, and let it pass.

The woman who challenged me claims that the earth will keep spinning without my criticism. I’m skeptical, but it’s worth a try.  Want to join?

It’s not going to be easy. Especially with Miley Cyrus, you know, existing.

See? There I go already. Ok, starting now.

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Ok, I’m done.  Let’s go.