25 days ago, reminiscing on a moment, I wrote about spontaneity.  I claimed it to be something I crave.  Even developed a little theory about it.  But I gave no thought to the things that seed it, nurture it, fuel it.

But what does indeed?

Questions.  Questions are an answer.  Not just any questions.  Specific ones.  Ones that force us to face the real or supposed obstacles that inhibit us: why not? Ones that allow us to create, access, or extract meaning in our lives and the lives of others: will this make a good story?

Questions.  Are questions such as these the difference between having an everyday experience and seeding joy, adventure, fun, and a whole lotta awesome memories?

Last night, @brianshaler undertook an exercise of spontaneity.  The result: awesome … and interesting.

There are two kinds of secrets: those we keep from others and [those] we hide from ourselves. – Frank Warren, PostSecrets: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives

Are there also are two kinds of stories: those we share with others and those we share only with ourselves?

Brian … thanks for sharing. 🙂