A Questionable Mustache
I want to be a questioner. A learner.
To be those things, I must ask questions.
It’s far too easy to stay proud, stuck in a rut or comfort zone, straining to recreate the wheel.
But why? That’s foolish.
Too often I think of things I want to do but don’t follow through. So this week, I started brainstorming a list of questions. Things I want to talk about with Troy, my friends, and people I come into contact with. And I picked one to ask.
Troy has to work late a lot. I often have meetings on the nights he doesn’t have clients in town, so we don’t get to see each other much right now. Supporting him in this is something I think I’ve gotten better at, but I have a long way to go. So I asked a wise friend whose husband is also busy a lot how she supports and encourages him. Her answers affirmed a few things and gave me some new ideas. It was encouraging and refreshing. And I’m looking forward to practicing those things and getting better at loving Troy in that way. All from a simple question.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to ask some more questions and grow a mustache so it’s even more fun to do so. It’s a good look for me, no?