“I like the way he sees me. I have a lot of trouble seeing myself.”
Madge really had it going, as far as I was concerned. In this one statement, she is insightful.
Juxtaposing being able to see into oneself with the self-declaration of not being able to see, is ironic. It is lovely, like going toward anxiety to diminish its power over us. It is complex, as are the many hues of gray. A beautiful weed. Great weakness. Useful trash. It is a pretty great irony to come to that place of wisely recognizing how little wisdom we have.
We have trouble seeing ourselves. Part of what makes it so hard to be friends is that doing that is like shaking our own hand. When we try, we are a purse flipped inside out. The crude insult, “Her head is stuck up her own a–!” comes to mind.
Many like bullet points to give a, “How to.” For example, look at Yahoo!
How to buy, store, and cook watermelon
Cook watermelon. I know someone is saying, “Made you look.” And maybe when I say, “How to see yourself in these moves,” someone else is swirling their eyes. But, as I am not about to say that I know better than Yahoo!, here’s my try:
1. Origins, (God)
2. Brain health
5. And a big magic mirror
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, how do I see Me?
Maybe my list is out of order and maybe it is not a perfect step approach into the soul. So be it. Editors of Yahoo! feel free to instruct.
Madge, in one statement, covered community and limitations. It was nice to be in her space.
Self-Care Tip: How do I become a friend to Me? Start with seeing.