The idea here is that I often ask myself the wrong questions when I already know the answer to the right question, but don't want to admit it because it means changing something about myself that is difficult.
Last weekend I met an amazing woman. She is the cantor at the synagogue where my nephew was bar mitzvahed. When she found out we were from Philly, she came over to our table at the luncheon to play ‘Jewish...
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ba_miracle says,
Did you get the right answer?Phil_S. says,
The idea here is that I often ask myself the wrong questions when I already know the answer to the right question, but don't want to admit it because it means changing something about myself that is difficult.