I question my certainty, I can feel how quickly I rush toward conclusions just to feel anchored that could have changed everything if I had stayed a little longer,
I question my certainty, I notice how I assign meaning too early because the space of not knowing feels like standing unstable than admit I am still searching,
I question my certainty, I confess there is a part of me that prefers being confident over being correct even if it leads me somewhere I did not fully understand,
I question my certainty, am I deciding too quickly just to avoid sitting in uncertainty,
I question my certainty, I slow myself down long enough to notice what I refused to see…
I notice my assumptions, I see how often I fill silence with vague assumptions that are built from past versions that no longer exist in the same way,
I notice my assumptions, I notice how easily I reuse old interpretations asking for a different kind of attention,
I notice my assumptions, I admit I approach people and situations with a quiet script already known, and predictable and limited
I notice my assumptions, am I responding to what is here or repeating what I already believe and pause long enough to let reality sink in first…
I catch my own judgment, how quickly I define something before it had a chance to reveal itself, am I just afraid to lose control over how I understand it,
I catch my own judgment, I recognize the tension of wanting to be right while that need to narrow down what I am able to see,
I catch my own judgment, I admit I defend my first impressions because changing them feels like admitting I was careless,
I catch my own judgment, am I protecting my perspective or just exploring what is actually unfolding…
I sit with not knowing, I sit in the space where answers do not arrive immediately and that discomfort pushes me to move too fast,
I sit with not knowing, I notice how unfamiliar it feels to stay open without reaching for something I do not trust,
I sit with not knowing, I admit I often mistake movement for clarity because stillness feels like I am not progressing at all,
I sit with not knowing, am I rushing forward because I am ready or because I am uncomfortable staying the course,
I sit with not knowing, I remain in the uncertainty until it begins to show me something…
Watchwords:
Slow myself down long enough to notice
Loosen my grip enough to expand
remain in the uncertainty until it shows
Step toward what unsettles my certainty
Curate what I allow to influence me
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
