secrets

There are places that are right under your nose, and yet you never notice them, you never explore far enough to see them. I discovered the 4th floor of Angell today, just like I discovered the 7th floor of Haven Hall during Valentine's Day weekend... (what a surprise that was). It's funny how I'm always in Angell but I never took the time to look around, and it's even funnier how I probably know more about faraway places than I do the places that are near me.

Which is why it seems to me that I think I know how to analyze others better than I do myself.

No, let's make that clearer. I LIKE to analyze others better than I do myself. I find it harder to be honest with even God and myself as to what my problems are compared to someone else's. Pride is like this shroud that covers everything about me, especially to myself. Accountability, rebukes, and reflection are like bullets that pierce the mist of my own unknowingness to attack my pride. They're out to get me!