Sometimes I am afraid that I might be the last to know.
The last to know what? I dunno. Nothing in particular. Everything.
My fear of being the last to know is my emotional blind spot.
An emotional blind spot is an area in your life where your judgment is impaired, obstructed or obscured. When you ignore feelings and experiences because they are unpleasant or confusing, you are operating right-smack-dab in the middle of your blind spot.
Except you can’t see it.
Maybe it’s your parents. Maybe it’s your kids. Maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are. Maybe you are too emotionally lazy to take big risks in your life because, goddammit, you are tired and change is hard.
I do believe that your blind spot drives very dysfunctional behavior in your life — as it does in mine. And unless you spend some time being mindful and investigating that space in your life, you will act out in dysfunctional ways.
My fear of being the last to know has made me bossy, meddling and gossipy. It’s made me rush to involve myself in situations that have nothing to do with me. And it’s just a fucking stupid fear to have in my life. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
I think it’s worth exploring your blind spots in life and thinking about how, if you faced the unvarnished truth, you might survive and thrive. Because there is one thing that is true about your blind spot and mine: the only person who can’t see your blind spot is you.