Most of us are taught that “there is no such thing a stupid question.” We are told to “raise our hands to answer a question” and even “question authority.”
Our young children ask us “Why is the sky blue?” And as we age, we wonder “What is the meaning of life?”
Sometimes we ask questions without really wanting to know the answer.
Often I think of the question after the opportunity is lost.
As I’m preparing for this Indonesian adventure I feel like I’m lost in between the child and the adult – knowing I need to ask the right question, but so bewildered I cannot form it. The child in me wants to have answers to everything; what will I eat? Will I be safe? How will I talk to my kids? Will I have everything I need?
The adult knows so much of it will have to play out on its own; the experience will be what I make of it.
The child in me wants to know the who, what, when, where and why…the adult in me doesn’t want too much information to stir up my anxiety.
So I stop and consider the questions that are truly important:
What will I learn from this adventure?
How can I use this experience to better my family, my community and my world?
When I’m outside of my comfort zone, what will I draw on to have the courage to leap into the unknown?
I’ll let you know when the answers come to me.