I Don't Know

"I don't know" are three of the most uncomfortable words that I (now) say way too often.

When I’m super confused, I stretch it to four: I Do Not Know.

(Usually said with wide eyes and a slight head tilt.)

And I hate saying them.

A lot.

And I hate feeling them.

A lot more.

The younger me?

She was so much more confident diving into things she didn’t fully understand.

She had answers for everything!

I miss that crazy girl sometimes. Only sometimes.

 But for now.

I don’t know.

A lot.

If I’m being honest, I’ve noticed a trend:

The older I get, the less I know.

But I’m told that happens to everyone, so… no unicorn here, I guess.

Strangely, some good comes from my ignorance because the less I know, the better my advice to anyone desperate enough to seek it.

Here are my top four suggestions, in no particular order, for anyone (or me) facing a challenge:

1.        Sleep on it. Things are almost always clearer in the morning.

2.        Take a breath. This doesn’t have to be decided right this second.

3.        Take a walk or just sit outside. Bonus points if bare feet are smashed into the grass.

4.        Just pray. And pray some more.

I wish I had five because I like a nice round number, but I don’t.

(Please feel free to share one or more of your favorites. I might steal one to round off my list.)

Any-who…

Today feels like a “top four” kind of day.

Why?

Because I don’t have the answers to solve the problems.

Because I just do not know.

And it’s an uncomfortable feeling.

So, I’ll sleep on it.

Breathe.

Touch the grass.

 Pray.

And if I have enough time, I’ll sit in an Adoration Chapel.

Somehow, time worshipping Him helps me realize there's nothing We can't carry.

Together.

Hey, wait… did I just find my #5?

Come to think of it, if not knowing brings me to Him, maybe my ignorance is a quiet kind of wisdom.

The Master in disguise.

Hmmm.