This week, I have an eye test. Not something I'm nervous about, but just a reminder that my eyesight is poor! It reminds me of all the times that I've been rebellious and not worn my glasses or contacts. The amount of times I've greeted friends from afar, only to realise close up that they are strangers! (Should have gone to Specsavers) We underestimate the importance of vision -> not just eyesight but the value of seeing.
Seeing provides us with direction - helps us to see where we are and see where we're going. I don't know about you, but if I can't see, it frustrates me. Seeing provides us with understanding. ("I see," said the blind man.) If I can't see, it means I am in a place of confusion, misunderstanding ... and I just don't like it.
So at this moment in my life, I can't see the Y. I'm in the optician's chair squinting at all the letters, but I can't see the Y. I'm doing everything I'm supposed to do, but I'm stuck in the routines of life. I wake up, go to work, work, go home, work some more, cook, eat, watch TV, think about going to the gym, read a book, then go to bed. And this pattern continues - and I lose sight of the Y.
