Of course I look in the mirror many (most?) days and see the flaws and lament the aging process. For about 30 seconds. And then I tell myself to smile. And then I laugh at myself for stupidly smiling at myself in the mirror. Goofball. There are worse ways to begin a day.
And then there are the ways we see ourselves that can’t be snapped with a camera. For example, I see myself as not-exactly-patient, but I work on it. And I believe God tests us with situations to allow me to work on it. Like yesterday. Some days it seems as if all the crazies are on the highway at the same time as me. I generally just keep calm and go with the flow, daydreaming or enjoying my music. But yesterday, after the third really stupid driver pulled out in front of me – and all on a red light no less, I laid on the horn. Alas. My tolerance was three tests.