"in God we trust, all others pay cash"

“day 16: someone you trust”

I trust my boyfriend. Which is exactly as it should be. If you don’t, can’t, or won’t trust your partner, then it is time to re-examine your reasons for staying in that relationship.

I trust my friends. The ones who are real friends. A clue: If you’ve been invited to a dinner in my teeny-tiny apartment, odds are, you’re good. If you’ve been invited to bring your knitting along, you’re inner circle.

I trust the cat. Mostly I trust her to not to destroy things or poop in inappropriate locations, and if she can’t do that, then I trust her to at least be funny about it.

I have a very bad habit of trusting authority figures in one-on-one settings: Doctors, dentists, academic advisors, bank managers, lingerie salesladies, airline crew, waiters, baristas, my landlord. Despite my better judgment I force myself to continue to trust my boss, partly because he is someone who needs to learn from repeated mistakes, and mostly because so long as the pay cheques keep clearing who am I to question him too closely?

I trust my body. I just need to remember that I trust it and listen to it more.

I trust the phone to always ring with an “emergency” just when I most need to pee.

I trust the BBC production of “Pride and Prejudice” to make everything better all the time always.

I trust the yoga teachers who take even 30 seconds to think when people report injuries and then help them work over, under, around, or through it, rather than blindly pushing for things to be done one specific way.

I trust my job and my colleagues to give me a headache every single day.

I trust myself to change things when they really get out of hand, even if that requires way more patience than I want it to.