The things I usually try to be right about are not even a little bit important to me. When I figured that out, I stopped proving myself, and stopped trying to convince others of what I thought I knew. I even stopped believing everything I think. I don’t have the time and energy to be right, to argue my point, or to engage in conversations about things when others are committed to misunderstanding me.
Being right can’t be more worthwhile than being connected, rested and well. I’d rather notice how lovely my first cup of coffee smells, go for a hike or read a book. I know I will regret investing more of myself trying to be right. Can you relate?
