We all want to be able to trust ourselves.
We know that the world is hard and broken. When others have failed us, when we’ve been hurt, we want to retreat inside of ourselves and find a place that is safe and whole.
It’s ironic, then, that when we look into our own hearts, we find them traitors. Even when we have the best of intentions, we never live up to them. We strive and find ourselves coming up short every time.
After reading a post on New Year’s resolutions, I often find my first rush of inspiration fading away into discouragement. Because I know myself, at least a little. I know that I’m not trustworthy, and I’m sometimes scared to try.