If we only know what was spoonfed and expected of us, what do we really know? What are we getting out of this belief? Are we willing to ask questions and admit we don’t know everything? Why is what we perceive to know, enough? What research have we done to support our hypothesis that what we choose to believe is right? Why do we stop questioning?

My heart was feeling heavy so I wrote a few words down to lighten it.

In an early conversation with my new manager, she told me that fail just meant, first attempt in learning. I appreciated her compassion and empathy to meet me in my foxhole of self-doubt. I am finding it easier to say, “I need more information,” or “Please help me understand that more.” Most people are happy to take a moment to provide more details when they know your intentions come from a helpful place.

Poet Ariana Brown recently provided a writing prompt assignment that I loved. She directed her Instagram followers to write a poem with instructions on how to love you properly. As Pedar and I approach our 23rd wedding anniversary, I was inspired to really think about what I need from him to feel loved. Here is my poem….