Wolf House Fables

Sun-Filled Self Belief

Brad Wise

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A short meditation reflection on not accepting external doubts. Music by Lotus Pocus

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I've carried the unwelcome backpack of self-doubt countless miles. I know its weight. I know its pleas. But what's new is being handed doubts from those closest to me. Spoken uncertainties. Are you sure about this? How long is this gonna actually take? What if what if you're on the wrong path? Deep breath in. And out. Doubt is usually contagious for me, like seeing someone sniffle and immediately scanning and worrying that I too am getting sick. But this time is different. To exhaust the metaphor a bit, I'm a buzz with vitamins. I'm so connected to the source of what feels like destined goodness that I don't accept this external doubt. It's not mine to carry. Am I sure about this? Yes. I feel strange saying it, but yes, I hear their concerns, I do, but I put my left hand on my stomach right now and welcome the sun-filled certainty. How long will this actually take? That I don't know. Maybe longer than we want. Maybe tomorrow. But with a slow deep breath in, I exhale a sense of gratitude. That I don't feel the impatience right now. Only belief. What if I'm on the wrong path? I'm certain I'm not. I might get detoured, but I am in root. Deep breath in. I am in route to what's been formulating for a long time. It feels inevitable at this point, and today I'll see what certainty feels like. Like a new coat tailored just for me. Even if this untouchable belief lasts for today only, I'm gonna do this. I'm gonna find a mirror within the next hour. I'm gonna take a selfie so that I can remember how good it looks on me.