Journal Entry: Mirror Work in Motion
Today, I saw myself in someone else’s reflection.
Not the polished version.
Not the “I’ve healed” version.
The raw one. The reactive one. The one that gossips to feel less alone.
I watched them speak with venom, and instead of judging, I flinched.
Because I’ve been that voice.
I’ve worn that mask.
I’ve used gossip as a balm for my own bruises.
It’s wild how we think we’re exposing someone else’s truth when really—we’re just leaking our own.
Every time I see someone gather allies to validate their pain, I remember the times I did the same.
Not because I was evil.
But because I was aching.
And I didn’t know how to sit with myself without a crowd.
The mirror doesn’t lie.
It shows me where I still abandon myself.
Where I still seek revenge instead of resolution.
Where I still choose noise over nuance.
But here’s the grace:
I get to choose again.
I get to see the gossip, the trigger, the projection—and say, “Not today.”
I get to honor the reflection without becoming the distortion.
So I bless the mirror.
I thank the trigger.
I choose to listen deeper.
Because my light is different.
And I’m not here to echo pain—I’m here to ripple truth.
© Liza | Soul Reflections in Divine Light™
