Mirror Mirror on the Wall

When you write about your life, it’s a lot like being in front of a mirror.
You have to look at everything and whether you like it or not, it’s there and it’s yours.
Imperfections, reflections of what you did or said or didn’t do or didn’t say, are all there for the scrutiny.
Like on the show, The Biggest Loser, the contestants have to stand, mostly exposed and reveal what they have eaten and why. And how much. It is humbling.
It can be cathartic and empowering.
But, it also requires the guts to go back, look at it hard and close.
To recognize who you were and reconcile that to who you are now, or at least want to be.
It’s a common belief that people never change.
I don’t agree.
Churches and AA meetings are filled with people who have changed.
So are hospitals.
It’s impossible to face a crisis, deliver a baby, survive a crash or cancer and not be changed.
The dark night of the soul, strips away.
That’s why songs and sonnets, poems and plays speak the way they do.
Someone was transformed, turned back to tell us how and why. And we listen.

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