I used to think having rose-colored glasses was great.
It was optimistic.
Life was beautiful and people were grand!
I mean, aren’t we supposed to give people the benefit of the doubt?
Not if your rose-colored glasses help you avoid the truth.
Like I did, over and over again.
Like that third date with my second husband. We drove into his garage. It was stacked floor to ceiling, with empty beer cases.
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So, I handled it the best way I knew how.
I spoke to him about it.
And he agreed he drank too much.
How could I argue with that?
So for a while, he drank less (he was in love).
But after a while, his love high wore off. And I had a suspicion that he was drinking more than he said he was.
And 11 months later, at our wedding reception, I remember giving him the side-eye to see how much he was drinking.
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So, deep down, I knew there was a problem.
But I kept those rose-colored glasses on by God!
I didn’t want to see the truth.
Because if I did, it meant I’d have to break it off long before a wedding.
But my limiting beliefs kept those rose-colored glasses planted firmly on my face.
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And now I see those glasses were blinders.
I put blinders on and expected not to walk into traffic.
But I walked right into a bus.
He left me. I lost my house. I didn’t have a job.
And I lost most of my stuff.
It was a hard lesson to learn.
And that’s why I’m a coach now. My job is to help you see which limiting beliefs keep those rose-colored glasses on your face.
So if you’re worried you're blinding yourself, schedule a session.
I can help.