Every day. Every day I wonder if I might be wrong. Some days the wonder is sharper, and I worry I’ve wandered too far off center. Other days it’s less sharp, and I am less-concerned about being off course. But whether sharp, whether dull, the wonder waits for me, an old friend now as I wander the wilds of disrupting the status quo.

I used to call it doubt–the devil dancing on my shoulder. He would visit in my weaker moments, and I would dance with him. I had no choice. But as I’ve wandered farther along the path, I have distanced myself from doubt. And my commitment to better has been the breakaway.

I do not doubt what I am doing. I am doing–I believe–what I have to do. I set out to find better because I had to. Unsettled, unhappy with the way things were, I set out to discover what might be. And as I have journeyed along, wandered about, I have discovered the work of wonder.

Not in the “wonderful” sense but in the “worryful” sense. Every step a wonder. But doesn’t that get heavy, all that worry? No. Well, maybe a little. But I have come to discover that wonder is the work of better. It is from my wonders that I find my better. Oh, plenty of missteps and dead ends along the way–plenty. But those have been balanced by discoveries of new possibilities. And that’s the work of better, which begins and continues–never ceasing–with wonder.

I have to imagine that many of you are on your own journey to better. I have to imagine that you, too, have danced with doubt. I have to imagine that you, too, have wondered in your wandering. And if so, then, it seems we are not alone on this adventure, our paths not separate. And if I may from one wanderer to another, embrace your wonders, the sharp and the dull, for they are the work and the way of better. And more, if there is a worry, it’s when we cease to wonder.

Happy Friday, all. I hope your day is full of wonder.

Do. Reflect. Do Better.