Some days, I have it all together. My hair looks great, my make-up is flawless, my outfit is cute, I get in a morning workout, I pack a lunch, I kick butt at work all day long, I make dinner, I fold laundry, I pay bills, and then I sit down and work on my novel for a couple hours.
Most days, I definitely do not have it together.
I love any question to which I know the answer.
I love filling out the census. “How many people live in your household?” Yep, I know that. I love checking in on Foursquare. “Where are you?” Yep, I know that. I even love surveys. Surveys are the best, of course, because there isn’t even a right answer.
But what do I do when the questions are hard? I freeze.
“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?” Uhhh… “How does one make characters believable in a novel?” Well, see, there’s the… ah… well… “What are your religious views?” *head explodes*
So hand over that 10-question 10-minute census. I’m going to enjoy my easy questions where I can get them.
How about you? Where do you get your easy questions? And don’t say your kids. Every kid I know asks really hard, annoying questions.
I think I post this poem almost every year, but it’s a favorite of mine, and I thought with spring approaching that it was appropriate enough. Enjoy!
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i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
–e. e. cummings
