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Why Bother Being Curious? When I was a kid, Dad read bedtime stories before tucking us into bed at night. It was my favorite time of the day. I’d lie down next to him on the white shag rug in the girls’ bedroom, and pay close attention as he read stories from a large volume…

Why Bother Being Imperfect? I am a recovering perfectionist. People like me find it difficult to be content with anything less than the very best, whether in performance or dress. Equally important is the fact that although I like people, sometimes I like order and control more. Additionally, I naturally resort to measuring most everyone,…

Why Bother Taking the Time? This weekend is my writer’s group’s annual retreat. We spend the majority of our days secluded in our private rooms to write, read or sleep and then mingle in the evening over a meal, movie or a stroll. This is not the first time we’ve retreated together, but it is…

Why Bother Sharing Your Opinion? I am an opinionated individual, but I am not a bigot. I just know what I like and don’t like. I have clear ideas concerning my preferences, my beliefs and my thoughts. Clarity makes life easier. My thinking is not cluttered, I don’t have to over analyze decisions, and people…