I always like to think we have two selves…
The first is our potential self. That’s the person we would be if we would only get our act together and pull out all the stops.
The second is our real self. The one that keeps messing up, keeps falling short.
The one that keeps reminding us that God has a wicked sense of humor.
The one we actually have to live with, most of the time.
And yet, it is the other self, the potential self, that we obsess over. Because we know it’s in there somewhere, buried underneath all that rubble we call “life”.
And if we can just set it free, just for once, just for a short time…
Then maybe we’re on the right track, for a change.
