I've been thinking quite a bit lately about how important it is to remind myself that I (and every other human on this planet) is fallible by definition. Actually, I guess I might consider excluding a brand new born infant because fallibility wouldn't seem to come into play (interesting topic for another blog post perhaps).
Lately I think I've learned quite a bit about myself when I realized that my father is human. I've always held my father on a saintly pedestal and, until recently, haven't connected that my view of him inhibits the honesty in my relationship with him and, more importantly, my view of myself.
I was talking with a friend last night about how much easier it is for me to accept the reality of being human as it applies to global or organizational issues (like what I wrote about the Catholic church). But when it comes to my personal relationships (particularly when it comes to those who are really important in my lives) it's a little trickier.
For me, however, there is such power in realizing that in fact we are all human because that includes me. I'm going to make mistakes. If I don't accept my humanity, I'm sure, at a minimum, to be hard on myself. I will also probably add to the drama because I will think it will lower myself in your eyes which I now believe is really important because I'm trying to keep up some type of act.
Knowing that we're all human inspires compassion in me quicker than judgment. And when I reflect that onto myself it feels really good. And when I don't I can simply remember that I'm human and I'll make mistakes!