Don't Come Looking. Or Do?

The single most powerful question we always forget to ask

Have you ever heard that song, “Don’t Come Looking” by Jackson Dean? Guys. It oozes cool. I listen to it, and I feel cool. I dropped the kids off at daycare this morning and it came on the radio and all of a sudden, I was not a mom in a cowl-necked sweater - oh no I was not. I was a desperado (desperada?) with no agenda and a bajillion opportunities for adventure. I was, for 3 minutes and 11 seconds, living in an alternate universe of audacity.

Then, the song ended and a commercial came on and the trance was broken. Oh yeah, I remembered. I am the mom in the cowl-necked sweater. But it got me thinking again about the things we assume about ourselves, the routines we accept, and the habits of thinking we fall into, and a single question that I think could change everything for us if we’d just remember to ask it: