When I drove to work today I could see a blind woman jogging with her guide dog. Although she was fighting against the cold wind, she looked very motivated and seemed to enjoy running, whilst I had the heating on in my car, almost up to the maximum.
Her being blind reminded me that I once cared for a young girl aged twelve, who suffered a severe illness and lost her sight at the age of 3 years, when I volunteered at a farm many years ago. I always asked her how she was seeing the world, and if she was dreaming in colours. Although many years have passed already, I still remember how she could sense emotions and feelings without asking for it. She could stand beside me noticing my feelings without me saying a word. I feel very blessed that I had this experience and the connection to this girl. She was very ambitious and when I visited the family years after her mother told me “my little girl” had started to study at the university and kept going her way. I felt so proud of her.
When I thought about “being blind” I realized that I have gotten my blind spots as well. There is a lot which I cannot see and do not look into. Normally I would look at the big picture and assume things to be. From the feedback and reality checks I get from others I know that there is way more which I do not include into my perception or point of view. When I talk about this I mean the positive things because I focus mostly on what could go “wrong” or has gone “wrong” already. I’ve read a lot about self-criticism and could find myself in almost every summary I’ve read up to now. Even when I mention positive things I do not allow myself to let them fully sink into my mind. I am not consciously searching for other positive things.
By looking at the blind spot I was reminded to dig for deeper insights and bright images to get a broader picture.
And I know there are a lot of undiscovered treasures inside myself. The only thing I need to do is being an archaeologist and discover my own artefacts, layer by layer.