Last night as drove onto the street then pulled into a spot across from the Brava Theater on 24th in San Francisco’s busy Mission District, the thought came to me that I need not worry about parking spots anymore, there were bigger things for me to be considering at this time.
This afternoon I thought, if only, when we were in doubt we could remember the feeling we had the last time we achieved something or attained something we wanted. What is it about doubt that we are so addicted to? Is it that we know we can depend on doubt to show up every time we have a dream or fantasy about making our lives more enriching? Why is doubt so persistent?
How can doubt continue to thrive in our lives, minds, memories when we are here? We are here, breathing, online even. The sun continues to show up no matter how many days it rains or is foggy. You and I have waken up every morning of our lives. We have food and drink to sustain us and yet when we want to attain a goal even if we do make it, on too many occasions our second thoughts are of doubt. more to come…
