The past week has been eventful, to say the least. I’ve had to stretch myself in ways I didn’t fully anticipate, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I’m in a phase where I’m learning to welcome possibilities as they come. And truthfully? I might be biting off more than I can chew. But that’s okay.
One of my promises to myself this year was to take on more, to stop shrinking just because something feels inconvenient or uncomfortable. Not in a reckless way, but with intentionality. A refusal to keep limiting myself unnecessarily. I’ve also been making a conscious effort to be present with the people I care about. So yes, it’s been stressful, but also deeply fulfilling. I’ve felt love, joy, belonging. It’s been a kind of bliss I didn’t realize I needed.
But if there’s one thing about life, it’s that it rarely lets you coast. Every week brings something new, an insight, an epiphany, or a truth that humbles you. This week’s truth? Sometimes, we’re blind to our own faults.
I was speaking with someone I’ve known for years. They were venting about how someone else had treated them unfairly, and I was all ears, listening, holding space. But as they kept talking, they began describing behaviors that made me raise a brow, because I thought to myself “This is exactly what you do to others.”
You hate it when it’s done to you, but you’ve done the same thing. You can call it out in someone else but can’t recognize it in yourself?
It was a jarring moment.
It reminded me of a Yoruba adage: “Fitila o n ridi Ara e” the candle can’t see its own bottom.
I’d often heard it used in a positive light, but that day, it held a different . How can we be so perceptive about others, yet so unaware of our own patterns?
This isn’t about calling anyone out. I’m in process too. I know I say I’m amazing, and I am 😌, but I’ve got blind spots like everyone else. What shook me wasn’t just what the person said. It was how unaware they were of what they were doing. And it made me pause: Am I like that too? What parts of me am I blind to?
Human interaction is layered with perception, communication, memory, emotion. But one thing that cuts through it all is self-awareness. Without it, we’re walking around with mirrors turned outward but none pointed at ourselves.
There was a part of me that wanted to point out my thoughts to this person to let them know they can’t judge others for what they are guilty of as well, I never brought it up, not because I couldn’t, but because timing matters.
When someone is hurt and emotionally charged, it’s not always the best moment to hold up a mirror. So I listened, offered gentle honesty, and left it at that.
Still, I walked away with something valuable, a reminder to reflect. To keep checking in with myself. To stay accountable. Because if we’re not careful, we can quietly become the very thing we dislike in others.
So here’s what I’m carrying with me:
Keep choosing growth.
Keep practicing self-awareness.
Keep watching for the sins
I hope you all do as well. Keep spreading that love and reach for the Skies
