In The Mirror

What do you see when you look at yourself in the mirror? What about when you happen to catch your reflection?

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Today I went to a nearby pub to write and work. It was a typical British pub, dark wood all around with some gold or brass fittings and loads of ales, cider, and such. The surprise attached to the back was a nice, green, ample backyard perfect for the task at hand. As I sat down with a smile, I turned to my left to take it all in and bam I was staring at myself in a mirror. I smiled harder, grabbed my camera and snapped this selfie.

In seeing me, all of me, I realized a change that happened naturally and in the background over the years. When I was younger and would look in the mirror, I only saw pieces of me. My eyes, my cheeks, my acne, my neck, my legs, my torso, my arms, etc. fragments, that’s how I saw myself the majority of the time. When I saw myself today, I saw the whole me. A deep sense of gratitude and appreciation for who I am washed over me.

What do you see when you look in the mirror? How has your perception of yourself changed over time?

Peace!

M