Anne Lamott writes that doubt isn’t the opposite of faith—certainty is. Her friend Father Tom taught her that. She’s talking about faith in God, but I think it applies to having faith in people, too. It even applies to having faith in ourselves.
I sent a really dumb email the other day.
It wasn’t even a whole email yet. It was just a draft. It was a thing I’d started typing, and before I could read over it to make sure it said what I thought it should say, my twitchy mouse finger hit the send button.
This is not a big deal, I understand. But my brain took this as evidence of what it had suspected all along: that I wasn’t really qualified for interacting with other humans. That I am a mistake maker, that I am just awful.
I knew it.
Because when we’re certain–about ourselves, about others–there’s no room for possibility. If I get to choose, I want to invite possibility, not squelch it. You with me?