I used to believe it was my job to have answers for others, especially my family. I freely shared my beliefs, opinions, and ideas whenever asked—and to be honest, sometimes when I wasn’t. I was pretty confident in both what I believed and how I expressed myself. In fact, everyone pretty much knew where I stood on most topics. I admit, I saw things quite “clearly,” with little room for doubt.
Whether I’ve mellowed, matured, or simply lost interest in being “right,” I now see more shades of gray and am less certain about things than I used to be. I see more possibilities for answers compared to how I used to. My younger self would probably be SCREAMING at me for my so-called wishy-washy ways.
But now, I’m comfortable exploring other possibilities, considering different points of view, and leaving room for ideas I might not have thought of before.
I kind of like living in the gray. It feels more authentic.
