Looking back at some situations over these last few weeks have revealed traits about myself that I’m becoming increasingly uncomfortable with. I’ve taken the charge of extending compassion to others in situations where I’m not fully aware of the reasons why they’re lacking decorum. The ever needy coworker, the person in traffic clearly in the wrong who manages to flip you off, and even the friend that makes the not-so right comment at the not-so right time. Normally, I would return the energy (I’m still growing), but as of late I’m providing people the benevolence I would want in certain situations. Let’s be clear though, my kindness only goes so far and habitual line crossers can catch fury and/or hands. Extending myself the grace I’ve been providing others should be damn near the top of my priorities list. Not only that, but ensuring I’m taking daily account of what’s most important during these strange times we find ourselves existing in. People are important, not things. If that’s not perspective in a concisely documented manner, then I have more worries.