We don't see things as they are.
We see them as we are.
The yellow crumpled post-it note, with those word written clearly across the top, floats around my car. Sometimes in a place I can readily see it; sometimes tucked away if I've cleaned out the console cup holders for guests. But the yellow never goes far against the dark grey interior, like a starkly lit reminder of the real reality.
And then this truth hit me again. In a new way, causing more understanding and a jolt. I was showering in a condo in Vegas, an airbnb trip that Ryan and I were really enjoying.
Everything is only a perception of our own identity.
The people around me, the experiences I encounter. The way certain situations or ways people ground me, or the way they really repel and exhaust me. I enjoy some people so greatly because they reflected magnificent pieces of myself. And I find others to stir me up because of they they reflect my traumas back to me. And once I identify the piece of me that is reflected, it becomes a moment of very clear awakening and gratitude, or a moment of learning what thorns within me need some unraveling.
So instead of living as though life and people are just happening TO me; I am living as though life is happening within me.
Upward and onward,