I am currently sitting in a cute little coffee shop in the heart of Nebraska. It is completely empty, except for this adorable elderly couple who are bopping up and down to the music playing in the background. It is dark out and I can see my reflection in the café window. Its cute and happy. I don’t mind looking up and seeing myself looking back. But that isn’t always the case. I know, at least for me, I sometimes avoid windows and mirrors because I don’t want to look at how bad I look that day.
I am going to change that.
I have begun taking time out of my day to simply look at myself. To stare at my face until I can no longer flinch at the acne or the crooked smile or the messy hair. What I have found was brilliant.
Now, when I see my reflection, I look right at my eyes and only that. I also began to notice that I do the same for others. I focus on their eyes, the essence of who they are, and the door to their soul (or whatever that cliché saying is).
Sure, my hair says I just rolled out of bed. Yes, my clothes betray the fact that I haven’t done laundry in three weeks. My shaking hands admit that Im on my fourth cup of coffee. But my eyes….my eyes show I am determined. My eyes say that I was up all night working hard. My eyes show how proud I am. My eyes admit I am tired. And my eyes shine with the satisfaction of success.
Don’t judge someone’s clothes. Stop noticing who did their hair this morning and who didn’t. Forget about what someone is carrying around or whether they rolled in late or were the first ones present.
Look into their eyes and bask in the stories their eyes tell.