Find yourself through someone else’s eyes

Today I had lunch with an amazing woman. She is a woman of faith, a business consultant, an amazing leader, and best of all a woman who is passionate about pouring into other women. One of the things that we talked about was a project she was thinking of.

She wants to bring together several strategic women to form a type of mastermind where they will empower each other. Crazy enough, one of my desires on my vision board is exactly that, a mastermind. So, her mentioning it made me excited.

And then she said something that left me feeling joyful and also full of questions. She said, “And I thought of you, to be a member of this mastermind and bring your knowledge.” Me? She wants me to be part of this mastermind.

Granted, I do believe now (I struggled with this before) that I am intelligent. I would not consider myself smart, but intelligent, yes. But I am amazed every time someone else compliments me or tells me how they see me.

There is this other incredible lady who believes so much in me and is always pouring life into me. Now that I think of it, there are several ladies in my life who speak so well of me to me. I am starting to see it now too, but as I mentioned, it has not always been like this. I struggled so much to see what others saw in me.

Why is it so hard for us to see ourselves the way others see us? Why do we doubt our talents and skills? When did we stop believing we could be all that we wanted to be?

When we are young, we dream and dream big. We wish to be a doctor, a police officer, even sometimes the president. In school they ask us what we want to be when we grow up. And then as we grow up, people start telling us to stop dreaming and settle. “This is how life is,” they say. And the problem is that we believe it, and soon we find ourselves living a life at half of our potential.

But what if it did not have to be like that? What if we could believe in ourselves and stop judging? We are all unique and can offer the world a very diverse way of thinking. Why do we want to be like everyone else? God did not make the rainbow to blend into one color, He made it to be one with many colors.

It is not about how much we can offer, but about who we are and that what we can offer is not like what others can offer. I feel like we try to fit into a box that we ourselves created. A box where only certain characteristics, achievements, and labels fit. And for the most part, we create this box in a way where we are outside of it, not inside it.

Our achievements, our accomplishments, our personalities, and our characteristics are not enough to make it into that box. Yet, we created it. Isn’t that ironic?

Maybe it is challenging to see how people see me, but I want to be able to accept it with humility, but also with assertiveness. If my friend thinks that I have something to offer, then I will believe that I do have something to offer.

And I challenge you as well to start borrowing the beliefs that others have of you. Break down your box and rebuild it a little bigger, but this time make sure you are in it. Create the box with your characteristics, with your accomplishments, and if you want to include the accomplishments of others go ahead. I believe there is always room for improvement.

Blessings.
Until soon,
Aracely Chavez
Founder of Seven Streams CashFlow

Seven Streams CashFlow is more than a platform for wealth-building tools and youth entrepreneurship skills. It is a faith-driven movement and a thriving community where like-minded families grow, give, and build legacy together.

Seven Streams CashFlow was born out of a personal mission to rebuild life, finances, and legacy after divorce, not just for myself but with my two boys by my side. What started as a way to teach my kids about faith, money, and business turned into a powerful movement that equips families everywhere to do the same. Together we created more than a platform. We created a vision for the next generation.

Check out SevenStreamsCashFlow.com to find out who we are.

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