Questions Asked, Questions Answered

Dad’s answers activated a critically important reward system in my brain, ensuring I’d be a knowledge hunter-gatherer for life. Like pulling the handle on a slot machine and hearing coins tumble, when I asked a question I got an answer. That felt good so I asked another question. Dad innoculated me with curiosity.

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This Week I Impressed Myself

This week I did two big things: took a handgun course on Tuesday and quit my job on Thursday. My goal in doing both was to take a leap, do something that intimidated me. Learning to shoot a handgun isn’t all that scary afterall.

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My Next Elevator Ride

Sitting in the big leather chairs on the floor of the House of Representatives, my Ag Leadership classmates and I were invited to ask questions of California Congressman turned lobbyist Cal Dooley. “Congressman,” I asked, “Can you talk about how you felt on your first day in the Capitol and how you felt on the […]

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Giving Up the Sacred, Coming Home

I’ve begun to do the work necessary to disentangle myself from my Home. It may take some time, but the first step has been discarding a few things that have possessed me, things that have held my attention and emotions: Dad’s red leather chair, my Grandmother’s secretary, photos, an oak rocking chair.

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Chasing Carrots

Why do I choose sticks over carrots? Why am I compelled by the fear of consequences instead of rewards? Surely there’s more.

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