That scene in the movie where the bachelor hides the dirty dishes in the stove.
That's me. When I hide my shame. When I put away what I don't want other people to see.
I present a pristine front, a cleaned up version of myself.
Except that that's not me. I'm messy, I'm all over the place.
When I hide those dishes, I always have this thought: "Why do you clean this up for other people, and not for yourself?"
Someday, I hope to know. For now, I hope to be ok with people seeing my dirty dishes.