Why do I do what I do when I know what I know?  I should have learned my lesson the first time I went through the experience.  Hey, I'm NOT going to touch a hot stove again; I'm not going to talk about someone behind her/his back--that got me in deep doo-doo the first time.

I learned my lesson "after" my former boss died:  Don't let her walk all over you again, George.  She's evil and you know it now.  Forgive her (she did not know what she was doing to me) and move forward.

Shouldn't I be over repeating myself and telling the same story to the same people--over and over again.  They got the point the first time, but I still tell the tale to them anyway.

I continue to fight with myself about whether what I am saying (either to myself or out loud) is an opinion or a judgement.  I "know" I have no right to judge (Only God is supposed to do that), so I am continually on my toes and check what I say before I say it. Judgements/opinions are SO close together, it's sometimes difficult to know which is which. See, I'm entitled to my opinion of anything and I know better than to blame God for "making" me say it. I should have at least that much control over my actions.

When will I ever learn?  I keep telling myself to stick to what you know about yourself and no one else and instead of living for tomorrow--or dwell on the pat--live for today.  God is not going to give me more than I can handle in one day; I know that for a fact 'cause I've tested it.  The result(s):  feeling better about myself which automatically lowers my stress level.