a note
two kinds of uncertainty
Someone asked me how a person who spent his childhood dreading the next morning ended up choosing the least stable job on offer. Fair question. I have started answering it the same way every time.
Uncertainty that happens to you and uncertainty you walk into are not the same substance. They only share a name. The first one arrives without your consent and sits on your chest. The second one you pick up, turn over, and put down again when you are done. One is weather. The other is a game with a door.
I think most advice about “being comfortable with ambiguity” quietly assumes you get to choose which kind you’re in. Most people don’t. That’s the whole thing.