Curiosity killed the cat, so they sayI like to know stuff. When I was a kid, I’d check out 14 library books at a time. Now when someone asks a question, I want to Google the answer.

Sometimes I want to know because I’m genuinely curious. Sometimes, I want to know because I’m scared. Scared that I should know, or that I need to know.  How do I know which is which?

When I’m scared, I often feel tight in my belly.  So I decided to observe what my body feels like when I’m genuinely curious.  I’ve noticed softness at my forehead, like my brain was opening to new information.

Knowing the difference means I can follow my curiosity with glee (see above kitten), and I can rest and allow my fear-engine to stop spinning.

Image courtesy of federico stevanin