Today has been full of questions. I have often been told that I ask too many questions. In situations where I shouldn’t be asking them, e.g. movie theaters, sermons (some may argue this one) and meetings where I am taking minutes, I always want to raise my hand at some point during the event. And today has been no exception, except I am at least asking them at appropriate days.
It is only noon, and I have already asked more than can be answered.
To my boss: Can I please have another project?
As a result, to colleagues: Can you please get me this answer?
To my coworker: Can you please explain these things to me?
To my professor: Can you please explain the proper way to cite these sources?
To my husband: Is typing without looking at the keys more like learning a language or learning to drive a car?
To myself: Did you enjoy the spaghetti? Are you going to the gym after work? How are you ever going to finish your assignments?
Life is just full of questions, and I know that they will never stop.
The great thing about this is that I am totally alright with that! I knew who I was!
Quote by Voltaire