In my lowest OCD years, uncertainty appeared to be my enemy, and I attempted to avoid it at all costs.
It was a losing fight since we cannot. avoid. uncertainty.
Now that I’ve switched teams and am an official cheerleader for uncertainty, I notice it in the positive sense now. No longer the terrifying stranger, creeping around the corners, I now see it as the exciting flash of risk stealing a smile my way.
“I know what it is,” said Peter; “it’s a beaver. I saw the tail.”
“It wants us to go to it,” said Susan, “and it is warning us not to make a noise.”
“I know,” said Peter. “The question is, are we to go to it or not? What do you think, Lu?”
“I think it’s a nice beaver,” said Lucy.
“Yes, but how do we know?” said Edmund.
“Shan’t we have to risk it?” said Susan. “I mean, it’s no good just standing here and I feel I want some dinner.”
For twenty years, I feared uncertainty. And Susan was right: it was no good just standing there.
P.S. The risk was worth it, and dinner was great.