Working as a writer with other writers, I’ve noticed the curious phenomenon of typos.
We spot everyone else’s, but often fail to see our own.
When you’ve been staring at a piece of copy for hours … tweaking, changing, and editing, it’s so easy to become oblivious to your mistakes. You’re over familiar, too comfortable, and to you, it reads perfectly – after all, you know exactly what it is that you’re trying to say.
Pass it on to a fresh pair of eyes however, and you get a whole new perspective. They see what you miss.
Is it possible that the same applies to our own lives?