{"id":238,"date":"2014-07-18T14:29:00","date_gmt":"2014-07-18T14:29:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/?p=238"},"modified":"2015-07-25T11:57:09","modified_gmt":"2015-07-25T11:57:09","slug":"maps-are-for-kids","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/?p=238","title":{"rendered":"Maps are for Kids"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\">\n<a href=\"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/BampR-directions-watermarked-1024x640.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/BampR-directions-watermarked-1024x640.jpg\" height=\"400\" width=\"640\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>I love this picture of my kids at the zoo. They love looking at the map, pointing out all the things they want to see. They avoid the pre-marked routes, and trace with their fingers the shortest way to their favorite animals. They understand that just because someone else has marked a trail you, don&#8217;t have to follow it.<br \/>\n&nbsp;In life trying to force yourself to follow someone else&#8217;s route to where you want to go is like trying to cram your foot in a shoe that is too small. &nbsp;Embrace the difficulty, and joy of finding your own way. Draw your own route.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love this picture of my kids at the zoo. They love looking at the map, pointing out all the things they want to see. They avoid the pre-marked routes, and trace with their fingers the shortest way to their &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/?p=238\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":455,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[190,191,192],"class_list":["post-238","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-joy-of-discovery","tag-life-direction","tag-maps"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/238","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=238"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/238\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":454,"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/238\/revisions\/454"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/455"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=238"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=238"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.writingwhiledistracted.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=238"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}