Trusting your own problem-solving.
Pen held firmly between my fingers, but suspended loosely in mid-air, I noticed in real-time how much I loved the way the morning light moves through my kitchen windows.
It's why I drink my coffee and write my morning pages there at the table before diving into work-mode in my office down the hall. I glanced up, tracing the goldenrod hues past the neighbor's roof. The light cracked and crinkled across the tree branches at the edge of the yard, clinging to the frozen limbs until it burst. Even on cloudy days, it pools and pours along that familiar pattern.
Inhaling, I let myself linger a moment longer before I turned my attention back to the page. All I'd had so far was the date. Or, well, part of it.
What day of the week is it again?
Dropping my pen to reach for my phone, I stopped myself once more. If I gave myself a second, I knew I could figure it out... I just checked less than a minute ago. But, I reached for technology to give me the answer pretty quickly, and I really hated that I'd done that.
Since when do I brush past my own problem-solving?
Acknowledging my frustration and then releasing it, I sat up a little straighter when I realized I'd figured it out. Thursday. With a smirk, I finished writing the date and then kept my pen moving right on through the rest of my morning pages.
Our Daily MAP Year Prompt
165/365
Do you rush to retrieve an answer you're looking for, or challenge yourself to come up with it on your own first? Why?
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onward.
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