A Mile In My Shoes

I had a very different post for today. In fact, I even had it written and ready to go for this morning.

However, there is something I prefer to discuss at the moment.

For those of you in New York as well as throughout the country, you may be well aware of the latest “sexting” drama surrounding Anthony Weiner and his run for Mayor of New York City.

You may even recall his 2011 resignation from Congress after admitting to an online relationship.

Through both situations, his wife, Huma Abedin, has stayed by his side.

Both situations have triggered a media frenzy involving segments devoted to the how and why as well as polls questioning what you would do in her shoes.

I won’t even entertain the details of this situation or what I would do in her place.

I don’t want to know what you think or what you would do either.

The truth is, none of know what we would do in her place or in anyone’s place in any situation until we are put into that situation for real.

You may think you know, but you really don’t.

All too often, people offer their opinion on subjects they don’t know about, can’t relate to and even if they can, assume someone else should be doing something different.

I never pay much mind to what others think.

If I did, I probably wouldn’t run as much or be a vegetarian.

Let’s face it – carnivores can’t understand vegetarians. They don’t understand how or why you gave up meat and poultry and heaven for bid, if you give up fish and oh my goodness dairy too, why the heck you would want to be vegan.

Does it really matter to you what someone else eats?

And running?  The how’s and why’s of all those miles overwhelm and shock those on the sidelines.

Does it really matter to you how many miles someone else runs? Or how early and often someone else gets up for Cross Fit or yoga?

I guess my point here today friends is that we all need to focus more on ourselves and less on others.

And as for Huma Abedin, I simply feel bad that she has to live the reality of her husband’s behavior in the public light.

On a much lighter note, before I leave you for today:

Admit it: You often look at what other people order for dessert and/or peak at what others load into their self-serve yogurt cups and judge their selections.

Oh, wait. Only I do that? I really need to stop.