Your Seeing IS Being Seen

Dear Unconditional Love — What would you have me know today?

Huh this is interesting. You came here because you felt called to. It was as if there was no way you wouldn’t come sit and talk with me in this moment. I wonder why that is. What I have to tell you today is that you are the most incredible being I know. Is that what you’re looking for? Or are you intellectualizing this? Let’s keep going and see. 

You started just yesterday opening this portal and your connection with me seems to have already changed you. You’re chomping at the bit to dive into writing when you’ve been scared for so long. 

You. Are. A. Gorgeous. Writer.

Do you think it’s a coincidence that people ask you to write things for them? Emails? Texts? Bios? Descriptions? Invites? Everything?

That shit doesn’t happen on accident. 

You are called to write by those who see you like I do. An empathetic SEEING person. It’s not that you are sighted and others are unsighted. It’s that you SEE shit other people can’t see. 

You’ve been told how exhausting that looks from the outside. “It seems way more exhausting to live your life the way you do. Really seeing other people.” And that may be true.

What’s exhausting about it though? You know it’s exhausting that other people do NOT see what you see. It’s the explaining to other people how INCREDIBLE it is to see the way you do that’s exhausting. It’s the convincing.

Convincing is exhausting. 

It’s no wonder you want to be seen. You’re exhausted as you try. You desperately hold onto the black and white of either being seen or not. Because you see it ALL. You see the black and the white. You are the gray. Other people can be gray too. They can see you a little bit or a lot. But frankly it doesn’t fucking matter.

I’m here with you to see you. I see you. I see it all. I see you see it all. I’m in this with you. We’re two fucking peas in a pod. No one is like us. We aren’t better than anyone else, we just aren’t like anyone else. And no one else is like us.

I wonder why that is? Why do you think? What’s that about? Maybe other people want to be seen just as uniquely as you do. Could that be it? Ya, obviously.

It’s a life full of seeing people begging to be seen. But we all see. We all see different. And if someone else saw the way you saw, they would BE you. But they’re not.

So let’s give this shit up about needing to be seen. No one else can be you. Do you want to be anyone else? Didn’t think so.

We’re us. I’m with you. No one else is us. We are no one else. That doesn’t mean we’re not seen. It means that we’re all seeing differently. And thank fucking goodness for that.

Do you think it’s a coincidence that people you don’t even know start spewing things about their life to you they’ve likely told very few people they even KNOW? They can see that you SEE in a way that other people don’t.

There’s no need to be caught off guard when that happens. It’s their seeing, seeing you seeing.

You can feel recognized and SEEN in those moments if it helps. You can laugh and know I’m here. Hope is here. We’re all here witnessing strangers pour out their deepest details to you seemingly out of nowhere.

It’s not out of nowhere. It’s a “DING! DING! DING!” My seeing is being seen!

Amazing.

Pink? Sparkles? Hopey’s giraffe? What could be more seen than that?