I have a tendency to want a fast, definitive answer when I’m nervous and unsure. Even doubly so when I panic.
I look down and back and forth like the answer is somewhere on the floor.
But it’s not. Rubbernecking for a quick answer seems to lock me into a finite way of thinking and fixing whatever’s wrong.
The question isn’t “what should I do?”
The question is “what could I do?”
Asking what I could do opens up doors. It helps me think bigger picture. Keeps my options open and plugs me in to all the cosmos has to offer.
The possibilities are endless when I look up and close my eyes.
Jet overhead, circa June 2008