When she was 13 years old, Ruth Bader Ginsburg wrote an essay titled “One People”. One of the lines read: “Prejudice saves us a painful trouble– the trouble of thinking.”
That line is following me around. Haunting, urging, smiling, encouraging…
I smile back, thinking of the pure brilliance of a thirteen year old.
I think of my practice of questioning everything (is that so?) and of the times I’ve been confused. Triggered or scared by something or someone and react instead of wondering, is that so? What’s this about? Allowing fear or past experiences to inform the moment.
Thinking does not only need to be troublesome, though it sure can be.
When is thinking good trouble?
If thinking is creating (and it is) then thinking can be joyful, hopeful, playful, curious. Who are you? What makes you smile? What scares you? What’s this idea? What’s this feeling it stirs up inside me?
What could we create, together? What’s possible?
How very interesting.
And then…. Well, the possibilities are infinite.
Thanks RBG. It’s been fun reading about your badassness. Thanks for inspiring some good trouble in me.
I love you. And you. And you. And you.