“What are you going to do about it?”
My grandmother was chastising me for whining about how life wasn’t fair – or some other perceived injustice.
What could I do about it! I was only a kid. It’s someone else's job to fix it! Or at least I thought so.
Instead of letting me pass off responsibility to fix my issue, she asked me question after question, leading me to discover what and how I could fix it.
This became the routine between my grandmother and me. I would raise a problem and she would start asking me her endless questions. I thought it was quite annoying until it became core to my own creative process.
Less talk. More do.