Some days I think I know everything. Other days, the evidence of knowledge is quite contrary to my individual perception -- in other words, I'm wrong. Oddly, I find peace in knowing I don't know everything (just don't tell the kids, they tend to think I'm smart).
My epiphany came when I explained my thought process to my dear friend and she patiently listened to my whining. At the end of my tirade, she told me that I might get upset at reading her message telling me that I was wrong. Upset? Anger? Really? I don't think so, she knows me too well and I can only applaud her insight.
I've decided when I grow up, I want to be smart and know everything that I thought I knew but I just never got around to learning.
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