My therapist introduced me to a new word today- ambiguous. Well, it's not really a new word but in terms of how she used it, it was a new idea.

She said that she thought that the paradox was ambiguous from the way I had described him. But she no longer saw the pain in may face when I talked about friendships with men. Whatever that means. I looked up the word when I got home and I think she's right. He is ambiguous but that's okay. I guess I am, too.

Confusion is supposed to be the first sign of wisdom. When we think we know everything there is no room for doubt or human error. There is no room for acceptance. There is only control. Confusion is, therefore, a gift from God. It gives us pause to think and allow for possibilities. There in lies our best hope for the future.