When I say to myself, “WTF am I supposed to do here?” or when I shut down and knee-jerk into a coping mechanism. That moment, when I notice myself feeling overwhelmed is both a realization and an invitation.

The realization pinches a little because the feeling of overwhelm usually comes packaged with a handful of unhelpful decisions that I just made. I get to see how I’ve been wrong, and that’s something I work hard to avoid because I like being right. Seeing how I just contributed to the problem is phenomenally uncomfortable.

But the invitation is a do-over. It’s an open-door opportunity to try something new and to keep trying until the new feels natural. The invitation is so liberating and fun that the pain of realizing becomes a distant memory.

The only thing I enjoy more than having answers is discovering new questions that get me to better answers.