It's okay if you don't know
No one knows anything anyway
Yesterday I wrote about knowing what’s true.
Today I’m feeling the not-knowing energy really hard.
I’m in a career transition, which is a constant exercise of knocking on doors and hoping someone will want to invite you inside. One of those doors closed this morning (granted, it probably wasn’t a door I wanted to walk through, but it’s still hard to have the choice made for me).
So I’m staring at all these doors — some are locked, some are open just a crack, some are still invisible — and I just don’t know what will happen.
I do know, from past experience, that eventually the right door will open (it always opens eventually), and when it does, I’ll be glad for the struggle and the stress and the wait that brought me right to it.
But I have to go through the not-knowing first.
“I do know, from past experience, that eventually the right door will open (it always opens eventually), and when it does, I’ll be glad for the struggle and the stress and the wait that brought me right to it.” - this is my favorite part about aging, I think. So many parts of growing older can feel sad or hard or fill-in-the-blank with another less than desirable emotion. But this - this perspective and the ability to look back - I love this.
I wish for you what you want for yourself. Luck in the search, and grace in the waiting. Write On Dear One, Di