I’ve been thinking for the last few weeks about the blind spots in our lives, in ourselves. How humbling it can be to realize — even after all these years of experience with life — that there is still so much we cannot see, still so much to learn, still so much to trip over or crash into.
It’s so hard sometimes to forgive ourselves when we stumble and mess up. There’s always that most critical part of ourselves who thinks, “After all this time, you blew it again?! Seriously?! You still haven’t gotten it right? How could you not have seen this coming?”
But then I remember that the very definition of a blind spot is something that you simply cannot see through or see around. We all have our blind spots. These blind spots are part of our shared humanity. And we cannot beat ourselves up for things that we were incapable of seeing or learning before we saw them or learned them.
You will get it when you get it — and not a moment before.
You will wake up when you wake up — and not a moment before.
And then you will do better next time. But only if you allow yourself to move on.
So blink, dear ones. Clear your eyes, take in the lesson, forgive yourself for what you could not possibly have known any earlier, and keep moving.
Easier said than done, I know. I am speaking to myself today as much as to you. But please, above of all: Be very kind to you.
You’re doing your best.
Forward ever, backward never.