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The Question of Me
Summer days are both busy and not. They are filled with freedom and play for my girls, time away from the structure and routine of school days in the classroom and at home. The lack of structure brings its challenges, especially for my girl who daily confronts general anxiety and my autistic girl who daily works on self-regulation in the lack of structure of summer.
Because of this unpredictability of our days, the plans I lay out in the morning as the day begins are not always finished (or even started) come the end of the day. But I am determined to take my adventure with creativity seriously, even if it is the end of the day and bedtime draws my attentions.
Once again, my day’s adventure embraces a time to play with words. A time to explore ideas focused around a word in a time limit and without pause to overthink or attempt to edit and perfect my words. For the next 13 minutes it’s just me, some music, my fingers on the keyboard and a single word.
Without further ado, reflections on the word, question:
My mind whispers truths from the early morning, truths meant to guide me and hold me to this path upon which my feet are treading. But louder than the truths, almost always louder than the Truth, are my questions.
What should I do about this or that? Am I where God wants me to be? How do I live a life…
