This first struck me on Monday and thought about it for a bit today. Don't know why, because my thoughts haven't progressed from their state yesterday to where they are at the moment, but sometimes stewing doesn't change the makeup of a fact, it only distills it.
We were cleaning Cedar yesterday and our friend/boss Shaunna joined the funterns for the late afternoon. She was cleaning mirrors in the bath house and would spray and wipe, then step back and to the side and stare. Julie asked why.
"Sometimes it's the only way to see where the marks are; from straight ahead they often don't show up."
That little interaction got me thinking how applicable that is--how sometimes we work so hard on the blemishes we do see and, when they are eradicated, we consider ourselves victorious over the less than perfect parts of us. It is only when we step back and to the side, to the view of another, when we see all the points we missed. We spent the time we had on the points that didn't matter.
Sometimes we want so badly to be a better us that we only deal with the marks blocking our view of ourselves.
Does that make sense?
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