I’m not sure why it is that it’s so difficult for us to trust ourselves. Maybe that’s not true for everyone, maybe there are people who plunge ahead, confident and certain.
I’m not one of those people.
For me, the world is colored by what ifs, by endless probabilities, by the dark edges of choosing wrong. People like me waffle. We hesitate. We never rest comfortably in the conclusion of a choice, because that choice or that choice might have been better.
Behind us we can see the missteps and the wrong turns littering our paths, half-buried in the sand, but still visible enough to to glint accusingly. And we can’t help but wonder if forward lies more of the same.
If only there was faith in good solutions. Not perfect solutions. Good ones.