My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Monday, December 9, 2013
The Doubt We Borrow From Others
We may never be entirely without doubt, at least in terms of ourselves. There will, in significant areas, be concern about whether I am doing it right, am I being me in the way that is best. There is also the doubt we borrow from others, wondering will they approve of how I am being me. This latter is the less significant consideration though it can loom quite large, and "them" -- as we fear or as we see them -- can seem to take control. If that is the case today, then take it back.
Labels:
control,
doubt,
others,
perception,
reassurance
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