Shift into Self Healing Thoughts

  I watched my youngest walk into school this morning. Nothing extraordinary happened. No milestone, no performance, no tears. Just a small person with a backpack moving toward the doors. And still, I felt overwhelmed with love for her. For a split second, I slipped into what it might feel like to be her - the complicated ache of being adopted, even inside a family where she is fiercely, unquestionably loved. I felt the tenderness of both truths at once. Love and loss. Security and ache. Holding both. The just-world hypothesis tells us that people get what they deserve - that life distributes outcomes in neat moral symmetry. Good choices lead to good results. Bad choices lead to bad ones. It’s a comforting story. It reassures us that the world is orderly and fair. But lately, I’ve been thinking about how deeply untrue that is. I felt it again while watching  Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour  (which, to be clear, I did not binge, I gorged like Halloween candy). In a pre-show hu...