I no longer have any trouble admitting I'm wrong - either in thought, perception or deed. I think most of us have an issue admitting guilt, especially as we learn as children that consequences for wrongful actions can be unpleasant. Being an adult means taking responsibility and the consequences.
Last year when my niece announced she was going to work in Norway, I have to admit I perceived it as a "wrong choice". I had a lot of convoluted layers for saying so, as well as a true & honest belief that it wasn't right. I'm glad to say I was proven wrong.
A lot of the time I keep my perceptions to myself, because I know full well that a person's path is their own. Sometimes, however, I do have to speak out. Many years ago I got over the fact that people, in general, don't want to hear what I have to say - even if they are the ones asking. So, there is no expectation on my part for the person on the receiving end to actually do what is suggested to them (even if I am subsequently proved correct). Many years ago I got over the fact that I could be called controlling or manipulative or just plain jealous when stating what I perceived - people just don't like to hear things sometimes, even if they ask.
So, my niece comes home from Norway, with her new man friend in tow. She's a popular lass, she's one of those rare people who can spread sunshine just by walking into a room - I know she doesn't see it, but she's looking from the inside out rather than the outside in. (Confused yet? lol)
I've met a few of her man friends before but I've never felt anything quite like what I felt from this one - and that's a good thing.
Before I go any further I should probably state this quite clearly - no human on the planet is a saint, each and every one of us has a dark corner or a shadow or something but that's the thing which makes us who we are. Our early lives, our early family scene or early friends all helped create the platform we subsequently present to the world. And so very few are aware of these foundations, and how they potentially make us darker or lighter in nature.
When I meet people I don't turn my "shamanic" gaze on them unless I'm invited or I sense a potential issue. I just size people up as everyone else does. I don't delve into people's minds & spirits at will or on a whim - this seems to surprise so many people. But it's a bit like walking past someone's house with the curtains open. I'll be aware of the house, of the curtains being open but I won't look into the window unless invited - that's the difference between someone who is nosey & someone who is respectful of privacy or boundaries.
This new man friend - I approve. Though my approval of her relationship is not required for her to have it - and I know this. Doesn't stop me having an opinion. He's as far from a controlling, manipulating, grandstanding person as I have come across so far and it is positively refreshing. But, what is far more important, is she is happy, right down to her toenails and it's a good happy. A happy without the blinkers. Here, finally, may be the person who can let her fly free but keep her grounded and give her a good, safe, comfy place to land.
How far will the relationship go? I have no idea, it's not my place to figure it out, that is something the two of them need to discuss. But, if my blessing is required or requested, the two of them have it with bells & bows.
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