We Can't See Our Selves

Sometimes I wonder if part of the problem is that we spend too much time with our Selves. 
That we are with our Selves every moment of every day and so we aren’t able to see. We are too well acclimated with our brilliance, so when we look in the mirror it all just looks like the dull sheen of life.
When someone else sees the love. The kindness. The compassion. The wisdom. The spark of life.
When someone else tells how amazing we are. 
We dismiss it. 
Because we were there last Tuesday when our temper was short. Or our mind was judgy. Or the anger rose and we were stuck in a swirl of wanting things to be different but unable to do anything about it. 
We figure they must be wrong. 
We can’t imagine that we...or regular old Self...could be anything more than our regular old Self.
And sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we could separate from our Selves, just a little. Just enough. 
Enough for us to see who we are.
To see the power of the words we speak. 
The actions we take. 
The love we offer. 
I wonder if, in that separation, we might find space for forgiveness. 
To release our Selves from the judgments we have carried in our bones...judging our Selves as less and more and worthy and not. 
I wonder, if in that space, we might be able to actually see who we are.

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