{"id":4371,"date":"2017-08-16T12:29:07","date_gmt":"2017-08-16T19:29:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/?p=4371"},"modified":"2017-08-13T18:33:40","modified_gmt":"2017-08-14T01:33:40","slug":"curiosity-cure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2017\/08\/curiosity-cure\/","title":{"rendered":"curiosity cure"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am the girl who sits in the front row. I am the one who raises her hand, even interrupting the teacher to get my answer.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, they will be impatient sometimes. But more often the teachers say &#8220;I&#8217;m glad you asked that question. If you thought of it, that means \u00a0other people thought of it too, but didn&#8217;t have the courage to ask.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Believe me, I know I am providing a public service by asking the question. I can feel a wall of impatience and disapproval from the student body in the classes when I bother to break up the rhythm of the teacher&#8217;s presentation. I also know how people will come up to me after class and thank me privately.<\/p>\n<p>I know.<\/p>\n<p>I also know it&#8217;s who I am. I can&#8217;t not ask the question. It&#8217;s my mutant super power. And it&#8217;s often lonely in the front row.<\/p>\n<p>This question-asking impulse doesn&#8217;t stop after I leave the classroom. I carry around this curiosity. My desire to poke the dark thing, or turn over the rock is not something I can turn off.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m always learning more, reading more books, listening to experts give talks on their expertise.<\/p>\n<p>And this week, one of those books (<em>Rising Strong<\/em> by Brene Brown)\u00a0named the pooch, my particular pooch:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The brain&#8217;s chemistry changes when we become curious, helping us better learn and retain information.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Yes! It is a public service! I have proof!<\/p>\n<p>She goes on to say: \u00a0&#8220;But curiosity is uncomfortable because it involves uncertainty and vulnerability.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s what is is. It takes courage to raise my hand, and admit I don&#8217;t know something. But that drive to know&#8211;to wonder&#8211;overrides the fear.<\/p>\n<p>So this, this Weekly Wonder, is my current manifestation of the hand-raising habit. I have often wondered what I&#8217;m doing with this effort. Why do feel the need to write this every week? I do. It&#8217;s important to me, and I won&#8217;t give up on it. I started it seven years ago, like a blind worm grousing toward a shady destination.<\/p>\n<p>I grew my list of readers, grateful for their indulgent consumption of my little art project. Even when they would reach out&#8211;thank you so much for reaching out!&#8211;to tell me they loved it.<\/p>\n<p>But as Brene Brown explains it, curiosity is a basic function of humanity. And when we give up on curiosity, we lose the flavor of life and are poorer for it. It is a higher human need than I had recognized.<\/p>\n<p>My wonder, and the sharing of it, give my readers a chance to remember their better selves.<\/p>\n<p>My words, strung together in an email, gives perspective on our lives. When I write them, and you all read it, we see more than the little circumscribed box we grind away in. There is a wonder in the world.<\/p>\n<p>This writing lifts our heads and broadens horizons, even if only a moment, and breathes fresh air into our thoughts.<\/p>\n<p>Even more, it helps all of us to remember we are not alone.<\/p>\n<p>This little project is valuable. It&#8217;s a small cure for the doldrums and the grind.<\/p>\n<p>Wonder is worth it. You are worth it.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am the girl who sits in the front row. I am the one who raises her hand, even interrupting the teacher to get my answer. Yes, they will be impatient sometimes. 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