I had to face the bald facts.
That’s what I saw in one of my dreams last night.
In it, I was looking at myself in the mirror. There, I discovered that I was balding in an area that I’d not noticed before. Technically, it would have been a deeply receding hairline on the left side of my face.
“I didn’t notice that,” my dream self said, turning my head and examining my hairline.
To which my awareness said, “You need to look in a new direction because you’re missing something that’s going on.”
Isn’t that the way it often is? You’re used to doing something in a fixed way. It becomes rote habit, conducted without thought. They can stale on you, but you can’t see it, because you’re always looking at it the same way.
And by you, I mean, me.