Pass It On is a new, bi-weekly peek inside the heart and mind of Francis Pass…
This morning, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and brushed my hair. Or what’s left of it, anyway, after my recent long-overdue haircut.
As I stood there, studying the reflection of a familiar face, I said to myself, “Self… I’d like to have a conversation.”
Yep. I said it. Out loud, too. Patricia was in the bedroom, and she probably thought the cheese had slipped off my cracker.
I wasn’t sure where that conversation would go or what it would be about, but I just knew I needed to have a conversation with that fella in the mirror.
With all that’s going on in the world, I’ve had a lot on my mind. I’m sure there’s been a lot on your mind, too.
Not being able to relax and enjoy a meal at my favorite restaurant… bothers me.
Not being able to attend my Sunday school class… bothers me.
Reckless and thoughtless destruction of people’s property… bothers me.
Our normal routines have pretty much been decimated. Quite frankly, it’s starting to wear me plum out.
There have been moments when I’ve wanted to scream. Sometimes, I do. But I always apologize to God and ask Him for forgiveness afterward.
That’s why I talked to myself in my bathroom mirror this morning.
And that’s why you should, too.
Talking to yourself in the mirror is different than talking quietly to yourself or even to a friend or co-worker.
I think sometimes you just need to express your thoughts out loud… in private… to yourself. Face-to-face, looking yourself dead in the eye.
I don’t know, I think it’s just better for your soul.
What are you thinking? How are you feeling? Might I suggest you stand in front of the mirror and share your thoughts with the friendly face staring back.
Don’t worry about who’s on the other side of the bathroom door. Yes, your spouse may think your elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top floor… but that’s okay.
Because you’re talking to an old friend. You’re having a conversation with yourself.
Thanks for readin’…
P.S. – Sometimes, if the mirror is steamed up, you can draw a funny mustache on your face, too. So I’ve heard.