My parents use to live near a man who owned a lawn care business. Guess who had the worst lawn in the neighborhood? Sometimes it's easier to clean up other people's messes than your own.
Counseling can be the same way. I sit across from clients in a room, readily encouraging them to walk with me into vulnerable places. But when I sat across from my wife at The Broken Egg the other morning, listening to her tell me how she sometimes felt disconnected from me, I wanted grab my french toast and finish it under the table.