Oh, Kate, you picked a loaded word prompt today. I doubt that I really want to think about it.
I doubt myself, a lot. I doubt that we can stay financially solvent here in our beloved country. I doubt that life will get easier. I doubt my grandchildren will see a higher standard of living.
Today I doubt my organization and housecleaning is serving my family very well. My husband reported that upon opening this cupboard a tea tin was lodged into mid air and exploded on the floor. So at 4:30am he was sweeping little peppermint leaves together. Bless his heart, he didn't tell me until later. He didn't judge me but suggested that pushing items into spaces that are too small isn't a good idea. I love him, and very rarely doubt him.
I must confess that at times I even doubt that God can save a wretch like me.
But, nevertheless, I can and will go on. I think I should clean out this cupboard.
I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully make sense.
I will be writing 31 days in October and my topics will be things I'm learning from the book Rising Strong by Brené Brown. Making this statement is starting the butterflies in my brain.