I went to Starbucks to get my usual quad shot of espresso (blonde) over light ice in a venti cup with extra cinnamon caramel cream cold foam (all the way to the top). The sun kicked my healing eye’s ass the entire time. I’m learning that “healing” is not as instantaneous as I may want it to be.
Still, I can see out of an eye I previously couldn’t. It’s still blurry, but I have the full range of vision in my eye, and for that, I am truly grateful.
Seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes is truly a different experience—especially when the way they see you is rooted in love and authenticity.
People can tell you that you are pretty all day every day, and while it’s flattering and can boost your mood, the bigger boost comes from someone who really sees you and describes you in terms that embody your entire humanity and personhood. I wish that for everyone.