I had the strangest dream.
It was a conversation, but I don’t really know with whom, exactly.
“What’s the thing in your life about which you are most ashamed? What are the sad and broken and pain-filled things that lie beneath whatever shiny exterior you muster so well? What is the very darkest part of who you are?”In my dream I looked at him with disbelief.
What did you think was so hard about that question? Don’t you know that I have been answering that question in my head since the birth of any logical thought process I can remember? And in addition to my own thoughts on the matter, would you like the names of others who might certainly supplement (with great relish) any list I could come up with? I’d know the answer to this one without any thought whatsoever. Perhaps the question for you, whoever you are, is, “How much time do you have?”
I wonder if he knew: the hard or uncomfortable question, the place I would only go kicking and screaming, the question whose answer I could only very slowly and painfully put into words, if at all: “What makes you amazing and wonderful? Tell me about the promise and potential and talent and possibility that are you! Do you trust me enough to go there with me?”