A lesson on blind spots from a good hair day

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Today is a good hair day.

I was so convinced of this fact, that this morning I took a selfie to prove it. My bangs, which I recently cut and can sometimes be unruly, were sitting just how I wanted them to be.

I went to bed with wet hair last night, and woke up with a pretty crazy mop. But it the straightening iron and the wetting down to re-blowdry seemed to do just what I hoped it would. I was pretty pleased with myself. 

(You see where this is going, don't you?)

I went to a morning meeting, feeling professional and put together. I went to the Apple Store to get a long-time computer problem fixed, sure I looked cool enough to be in a hip place.

Then, on my way out of the mall, I got sidetracked by a sale rack at a store and ended up in the fitting room. At which point I finally caught a glimpse at the BACK of my head.

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This picture was taken after I got home, and had actually done a little bit to fix it. I promise you the back of my hair looked worse than this picture... the ENTIRE morning...

I was horrified. 

How did I forget to look at the back? Wouldn't that be an obvious place to check for potential bedhead?  

There was a time in my life when a revelation like this would have filled me with shame, regret, and possibly tears.

But today I laughed. 

I laughed because in all the work I have done, in therapy, in enneagram, and in prayer, I have learned some things. I have learned to be honest. I can face my mistakes and blindspots with the knowledge I am loved. I have also learned to give myself grace. I know there are idiosyncrasies about who I am and how I operate that will always be more obvious to other people than to myself, and that is ok. 

I laughed knowing this is true for all of us. I was blind to my bedhead. Someone else might be blind to the toilet paper on their shoe. Neither are better or worse. They are just things that are hard for us to see. 

I also laughed in gratitude for the people in my life who have the courage to point out the bedhead, and the grace to love me well in the midst of it. 

May we all learn to love ourselves and each other with honest grace. 

 

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