I’m writing this because sometimes I don’t feel as creative as usual. There are days where I’m just staring at a blank canvas, or the cursor blinking on a blank screen as I attempt to write my book.
With my book in particular, I’ve been stuck. I’ve been in a middle-earth of wanting to write, but can’t.
I am writing this right now to Be Raw. To Be Real. To Be Honest.
To Be Present.
For me, inspiration starts the moment that I just focus on this moment right now. The joy of writing this line. The idea that one of you may read this. It’s inspiring. As long as I allow myself to go there.
Inspiration does not magically show up when I snap my fingers. Although, there are days that I wish it worked that way.
Inspiration for me is like a small buzzing of a bumble bee that is skipping from flower to flower. Fuzzy concepts and ideas that don’t have any solid foundation.
And then, just like that — Poof. It’s gone. The tiny bumble bee turns into a grouchy old man yelling words of self-doubt, self-apprehension, and indecision into my brain hole.
“Shit, I had it!”
The crumpled piece of paper.
Sometime I just have to be Patient, Open, and Honest.
And Present.
Because, inspiration comes from inside of us. It comes when you least expect it, or when you most expect it. It is your best friend, or a bitter ex girlfriend. It could be an inspiring memory, or a new experience. It comes from moments of frustration, fire and passion. It comes usually when you are ready to give up.
Ultimately, your inspiration is you. It’s how you see the world. So no matter how stuck you may feel.
Don’t give up yet… and keep smiling.
