We can’t get away from her.
The woman in the mirror.
She tells us the brutal truth about our priorities, past and present. She tells us things about our history. Our moods. Our coping mechanisms.
And every time you catch her eye, she asks you, “why do you make me carry this mess?”
The pain of disconnect, the disharmony between the woman in the soul and the woman in the mirror, the screeching discord that will not let up… it doesn’t leave you. It never leaves you. Not until you DO something about it. And even then… you have to finish what you start.
You bear the weight of that disharmony until you match the woman inside with the woman outside.
You bear that weight until you put the clothes on that work for you. Until you fix your hair. Until you finally get to the gym.
And the weight costs you productivity. It costs you confidence. It costs you time. It costs you tears.
You know who you are.
Are you willing to reveal the truth?
