I remember the conversation I was having with Joan London from Good Morning America. I chuckled at the beginning then softly asked, "Can an interviewer interview an interviewer?" It's not a game but rather an art to making sure the right moment takes place for the answer to be unique and quite possibly one of a kind. I save the questions people ask me. I want them to ferment. Not to grow old in age but to be part of the my present place in the now. To allow the question to grow inside of my head and heart. Every question is a learning tool for everyone involved. Slowly we're slowly getting back to it by way of tiny digital boxes from Amazon and Google. But are we asking the right questions. More importantly are we face to face with the right person? Maybe it's you interviewing you. How do you deal in moments of such exchange? It's completely natural to play it off or it will infect every depth of thought you travel. Learning how to ask yourself questions without damaging the legs that invited you to the dance. It's not like working out at the gym in January then quitting by March. Lifelong are the questions and even longer the days of hopefully holding a truer image of the self you are. Asking yourself questions is a brilliant way to build a personal relationship blessed with respect and compassion. Try it... every book store carries those pages that ask questions. Start there. Learn to see what asking questions looks like versus accusations.