Let’s just take a look at this doubt.  It is a question of self, actions, thoughts, feelings.  And in the long run, who cares whether I really am who I think I am, am right about what I do, think and/or feel?  What difference does it really make?

I can only be making a mistake.  Mistakes are just the places of learning.  Watch a baby–it learns to stand by falling.  It learns to talk by making gibberish sounds over and over again.  If I’m lucky I’m AWARE of what doesn’t work.  Now that’s progress.

It doesn’t work to try to help too many people when I don’t take care of myself.  When I ask for help from practitioners and then don’t follow their suggestions, and my progress stalls–that doesn’t work.  What seems to work is what I am not drawn to do.  Now why is that?!

Why would I rather eat toast and jam than a nice big salad?  Why would I rather sit in a tiny over-priced high mpg fast beautiful car than a smart car?

If I can just accept doubt, it doesn’t plague me.  So today I will hold hands with it as we skip through the airport for a number of hours, sitting on the floor, walking the long hallways with so many other wonderful brilliant gods dressed up as humans