Faith in two settings

In 1890, shortly before his suicide, Vincent Van Gogh wrote to an admiring critic that “it is absolutely certain that I shall never do important things.” Julia Child also wrote, when she was in her early twenties and not long out of college, that she feared she’d never make anything of herself. I like to read self-doubts like these because they remind me that we are not the best judges of our own potential, and that despair is not always justified. I’m not at all comparing myself to these two, both greats in their own spheres, but sometimes I find it very hard to get started on anything because I get so frustrated at how far I have to go before I meet my own standards. Julia Cameron says that acts of creation are leaps of faith. I keep reminding myself of this. Sometimes it helps.

We find out tomorrow about the house. I know I’ve been trying to just trust God/the universe/fate when it comes to this, but I have to admit I’m very nervous just the same. I really, really want to live in this house, and the more I think of it, the more I hope we get it.* I suppose trusting the universe doesn’t mean I can’t get invested in certain outcomes, but rather that I must acknowledge that my foresight is very limited and I have no way of knowing which path will make me happiest in the future.** But still, as I say, I’m nervous. I guess all leaps of faith are difficult, as we are all so skilled at seeing the mundane and so tentative about accepting the unknown with grace.

Leap, and trust that things will work out as they ought… or, as Julia Cameron so vividly puts it, “Leap, and the net will appear.”

*There is at least one other interested party, possibly more.
**In fact, a growing body of research shows that most of us are very poor judges of what will make us happy in the long run.