Right but Wrong

There is an incredible downside to living in multiple time zones, cities, and lives.  It is extremely easy to lose perspective.  One may be right but in the wrong place.  One may be correct yet it is not a good time.  One may be sure however there are always at least three ways of seeing a particular situation in a given moment in time.  In short, one may be right but wrong.  In the past few days I am not sure I have been right but I am positive that I have been wrong.
 
I am not sure that particulars matter except to those involved.  In the first instance I had a foundation to stand on.  I may have been right yet the way the I went about it, the approach, words, attitude, relentlessness, and intensity were anything but compassionate, merciful, or kind.  It was as if something unknown, unbidden, and unforgiving had gotten a hold on my soul.  I could have started our right but I ended up very wrong. 
 
If this was the only instance, I might have overlooked or forgiven myself.  I seemed intent on repeating the mistake several times a day.  I hurt those I loved as well as myself.  There was no explanation that I can think of.  Additionally, the damage will take some time to repair.
 
The first step, starts with my soul.  Yesterday’s observation is an accurate one.  “You fast, but at the same time you bicker and fight.  You fast, but you swing a mean fist.  The kind of fasting you do won't get your prayers off the ground.”  (Isaiah 58.4)  As I realize the impact of my motions I know the first thing I can do.  I can stop my doing and ensure my being.  I can simply be in the moment.  I learn and let go of the past.  I can have faith in the future.  I can be. 
 
Second, in this moment I can be fully and completely present.  Nothing else matters except how I react and live within the moment at hand.