I’ve been asking myself lately – what if I’m wrong? What if I am totally bananas in the wrong and completely off the mark?
What if motherhood doesn’t need reclaiming?
What if my idea of whole health is false?
What if trauma isn’t the source of so many of our decisions?
What if racism is completely made up?
What if X was actually a good president?
It has been quite powerful.
Because exploring even the remote possibility of my being wrong means someone on the “opposing” side is right. This can be triggering because no one wants to be wrong.
After I breathe through that fear of being wrong, this question imposes deep empathy and understanding. Many times, I do see what is right on the other side, especially if I focus it on a person and their life circumstances, point of view and knowledge. (This includes biases based on the patriarchy and white supremacy as well.)
This question also makes me substantiate my side and almost every time, I come back to yes, they are right in their stance but I am also right in mine. This is not an angry or defensive “yes, but my view is better one!”; but instead, it is an understanding of the other person and a “but in my body, I know this is the right stance for me.”
Questioning ourselves (aka poking holes in our positioning/narrative) doesn’t have to be a process that tears us down. It can be a way of better understanding where our truths and boundaries lie.
A daily practice challenges the person who creates on “inspiration.” We have to mother everyday, and ultimately, it is the daily grind that gives us perspective, clarity and the “high’s” of motherhood. I am exploring if the same happens when I write everyday on the topics that normally light me up – motherhood, self-development, healing and creating. Sign up here to receive those thought nuggets in your inbox on the daily.