“Are blind spots bad?”
People ask me this all the time.
Because if something is hidden, there must be a reason.
Probably something negative.
Something you don’t want to face.
Something wrong with you.
And that’s true. And false. At the same time.
Here’s when it shifted for me.
I was telling people to play their own game.
Be authentic. Own your story.
And then I realized: I had no idea which game I was playing.
I could see everyone else’s blind spots.
I was completely blind to my own.
Oh. That’s why.
My blind spot wasn’t the problem. It was the compass.
The moment I stopped treating it as the enemy and started following it
I stopped avoiding and started moving.
Now every time I find one, I celebrate.
Not because it’s comfortable.
Because it means I just found my next move.
Blind spots aren’t good or bad. They just are.
What you do with them, that’s the question.
Do you treat them as proof something is wrong with you?
Or as the gift that shows you where to go next?
