The Habit That Changed My Conversations with Myself
I never used to talk to myself — not really. Sure, I’d grumble when I misplaced my glasses or whisper a prayer before a tough moment. But I didn’t ask myself real questions. The kind that makes you stop, breathe, and listen. That changed one rainy morning last year. I was sipping chai on the balcony, watching my grandkids chase a paper boat in a puddle, when it hit me — they were so curious. Every two minutes, a question. “Why does the rain smell?” “Can clouds fall?” “Do ants go to school?” And me? I hadn’t asked a curious question all week. The Small Habit I Started That Day I made a decision: I’d ask myself one meaningful question every day. Just one. Nothing fancy. No pressure. Just a moment of honest reflection. I kept a tiny notepad by my bedside. Some of the first questions I wrote were: “What’s one thing I’m avoiding today?” “What did I do yesterday that I’m proud of?” “What would make today feel complete?” Some days the answers came fast. Other days, I st...