I glimpsed into the conscience of a three-year old today.

She kept shoveling the sand out of her sandbox, gleefully proclaiming, "I digging!" I told her to keep the sand in the sandbox; that she can dig a hole just fine by tossing the sand to another location within her cubicle.
This incident repeated itself two times, then finally I squatted down next to her and looked at her expectantly.
"Mommy said I could do it..."
"Really. Mommy directly said you could throw sand out of your sandbox."
Her eyes were averted as she kept affirming herself, until she was finally overcome with goodness. Sorrowful tears began to fall.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, knowing she loved me.

So, yesterday in my Honors Seminar we asked a lot of hypothetical questions and discussed things that don't have answers. It made me think about when I used to think of everything as unanswerable.

And maybe things are. Like how all of a sudden I am ridiculously attatched to a schedule, how I freak out if I don't have anything planned. All I have today is class at 4:30 pm; a blistering hot afternoon awaits. Maybe I'll go to Barnes and Noble or something...

Well, if there aren't any answers, there's justifiable causes. A list of potential reasons why things have turned out the way they have. But a subsequent action? Doing the best you can do.

In regards to my honors seminar, that means not losing sight of whats beautiful while maintaining a sense of pragmatism and finding pride in the aspects that make use uniquely American. Salvage the good thats been lost while keeping a straight head, if you will.

It sounds difficult, maybe? Salvaging the good of myself was difficult enough, but think of what we can do together.