Some wonderful people I care about do the craziest things. They have “blind spots” that keep them from seeing their own self-destructive or unhealthy behaviors. But such behaviors don’t get by me. My, what a talent I have, to be so observant of others.
Take Alice for example. Although she’s a diligent employee, Alice has a need to let others know she is always too busy, often so much so that she won’t even look up from her work to respond to coworkers in a professional manner. Each day, Alice loses an opportunity to gain support from gifted people who could help her out.
Robert also has a big blind spot. He’s built up resentment toward another person that has tied him up in knots and kept him from experiencing the simple pleasures of daily life. Robert calms himself with a faulty sense of self-righteousness. Deep down, Robert is a fine individual, and those close to him are saddened by the caustic mean-missiles he launches at his adversary.
Carlo’s blind spot is one that is obvious to all of his friends. He eagerly jumps into the middle of other people’s problems while ignoring his own. Carlo shares helpful advice and goes out of his way to assist others. Yet, the core issues he has the greatest control over, and those that will bring him peace, are ignored in the midst of this accommodating busyness.
And then there’s Margo. Margo has a hard time accepting she is growing older. She wants to look and act as if she is in her thirties. She’s not. Rather than embracing each advancing year, Margo is in a dogfight to retain that fleeting appearance of youth, even though those around her love and appreciate all fifty-six of her years.
Yep, you might call me a blind-spot expert. If you have a hunch you may be screwing up in one hidden aspect of your life, you should give me a call.
Recently, I have plenty of time, too. None of my friends seem to be visiting me anymore.