This is my weekly pep talk, the 'how can you doubt' talk. Because, while I do not doubt the capacity of your love, your hope, your tattooed-biceps strength, I do doubt mine. Most of us do, individually, maybe. It's that collective business that saves us. The women and men I know? Dang, are they ever impressive, are they ever inspiring, and when one of us drops back, drops out, there are enough arms to catch us, to hold us, to keep us moving forward even when our feet leave the ground.
So, no. There can be no breath for doubt, but when the inhale carries with it that hint of decaying hope, fall back and let the rest of us carry you. For now.