There are times when I feel stuck in the pattern of simply making it through my days, hoping tomorrow will hold something gentler, something lighter. Something resolved. So many of us get lost in the dynamics of a day, the calls, the responsibilities, the worries, the endless demands that ask for our attention before we can even ask ourselves how we are doing. But a life is so much more than a collection of days. It is also the questions we carry, some of them more disapproving than accepting. Too often, we focus more on the blanks than on what is already filling them with wonder, curiosity, and excitement.