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Stop Looking Through the Funhouse Mirror of Lies
Our reality is based on our story. What if we got the story wrong?
I look in the mirror this morning and I like what I see. The man in the mirror gives me a smile and a wink. I feel good in his presence. He makes me feel happy.
It took me a long time to be able to feel that way about myself.
There was a time when I didn’t have the confidence I have now. I didn’t look at the world and see all the possibilities in front of me. Instead, all I saw were limitations. Back then, when I looked in the mirror I’d think about the person I’d never get to be, and when I looked in the mirror, I didn’t like what I saw. He made me feel sad.
I don’t know that person anymore.
If I think back, I might be able to remember him, but I’m so far from who I was, I can no longer relate. He’s completely foreign to me. Nor do I find any familiarity with old acquaintances still stuck in the same exact place they’ve always been. I just don’t know them anymore.
Maybe I never did.
That was another reality. But something happened. My universe shifted. And that old reality ceased to exist.
If only there was a way we could reach through the mirror to ourselves back then. What…
