I spent a few hours today volunteering at a nursery program, and I had a chance to marvel at how most preschoolers throw themselves wholeheartedly into whatever they are doing, especially in the gym. When they get on the tricycles, they pump those pedals for all they’re worth, when chasing balls they dive on the floor to get them, when singing a song they know they shout the words. I’m wondering what would happen if I approached some of my work with that kind of abandon. Now, I know that I won’t be throwing myself on the floor. Today, I could barely ease myself onto the floor, and getting up was a whole other matter, but what if I put that kind of childhood enthusiasm into my writing or my relationships? Something to think about on a cold winter’s day.