I took my normal 4 mile walk today and as I was walking, I asked myself,
” What does inspiration feel like?”
Many different things came to mind. Songs, books, poetry. But nothing felt just right.
After I came home from my walk, I wrote down on my notepad
“What does inspiration feel like?”
I then made lunch, chatted with my son and opened my e-mail.
I noticed a note from the Communicatrix. I opened it, read the post “Feeling your way to Fabulosity”, and then followed a link to Danielle LaPorte’s post of today “11 slightly scary ways to become a better you.” There in the comments was the very word I had been sussing out along my walk. Read on….
“Someone asked me what the workshop was just yesterday; I hemmed and hawed and finally said “INSPIRING.” It was inspiring just hearing people tell their stories, and not a little humbling.”
I must now take a moment and be completely honest.
I do not know very much about the technical aspects of blogging.
I’m overwhelmed with the volume of knowedge I don’t have yet and I’m confused by the jargon.
I have decided to start blogging because I have been inspired to do it.
I am working on faith that I will become more comfortable with the technicalities in time, but mostly I am blogging because I know in my heart this is what I’m supposed to be doing.
I guess inspiration feels like being afraid but doing it anyway because it is the right thing to do.
I’m writing this blog because all of the signs I see and hear point to it. Lyrics to songs, such as “With Imagination” by Harry Connick, Jr., reading Havi Brooks, Naomi Dunford of Itty Biz, and Chris Guillebeau of the Art of Nonconformity, have all lead me to this very post.
Even more than just them, there is this sensation of needing to be more than what I am. A need to stretch out and “demonstrate gratitude, insight and inspiration”. (okay, add Seth Godin to the list up above).
I’m trying to focus on my long-term goal of being an inspiring artist, despite all of the distractions of everyday life i.e. home schooling my son, moving back to Michigan (end of July), cooking, cleaning, teaching English/Cooking/Art classes. Being inspired certainly does not guarantee rainbows and butterflies, but it sure does make life a lot sweeter along the way.
So in between all of the laundry, dishes and moving all over the world, inspiration keeps me going.
It’s hard work, and I get drag-ass tired sometimes.
But I sleep well knowing that I am doing what I’m supposed to be doing, despite the distractions.
What do you think?
What does inspiration feel like to you?