Strengths exist to cover weaknesses. I know that. I’ve always known it. I guess I stopped looking for my weaknesses in the right places. They’re right where they’ve always been: Underneath the rocks I stand on. The ones that make me feel taller. Better.
One day, one of those rocks wasn’t making me feel better. It was a little shaky. The more I stood on it, the worse I felt. I flipped it over on its head to take a look.
There was a hole. It was very deep and I couldn’t see the bottom of it. How could such a big hole have hidden itself for so long? The rock must have never moved. It was quite a big rock, so that made sense. Actually it was far bigger than I remembered.
Then I remembered.
It was a long time ago, but yes, I had actually put the rock there myself. It had been small enough to carry with one hand back then. Yes, yes, and there WAS a hole in the ground. It was smaller back then, too, but still big enough to trip over. I didn’t want to trip. The rock had fit so seemlessly overtop the hole and I was suddenly very proud of that rock. So much so that I eventually started standing on it.
How did let myself forget all of that? I wonder what else I’ve forgotten.
I wonder if I’m strong enough to flip the other rocks.