Inspiration hits us all the time. Like the bus hitting Regina George, except a little less fatal but with more adrenaline.
Jumping into a new month, I thought I'd share my current state of mind with you.
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There is intimacy within the peculiar delight that hits you like the animated lightbulb atop a cartoon head. There is a romance that only you and something can share - it’s love at first sight, version 4.R.E.A.L. (Bear with me, I think it's the overload of school work that's breeding a kind of Justin Bieber humour in the brain.). There is a push that sends you some extra nerve to actually do it.
Cutting the dramatic love story short, inspiration hits us all the time. Like the bus that hit Regina George, except a little less fatal but with more adrenaline. This time, the damage done can equate close enough to a tenth of running up the stage at any particular concert for no reason. For the random record, I’ve always had the slight temptation to do just so.
I love how inspiration catches us off guard at any place. There is a kind of recycling process that it unconsciously gets us doing, no matter how big our carbon footprint may be. Last night’s beautiful chocolate cake convinced you into wearing the ugly brown coat. Seeing birds in the sky sent you bungee jumping, catapulting into the sky. Nicki Minaj’s new song had you doing squats. (I’m not going to go into detail.) You get the drift. No idea or invention leaves forgotten.
As we enter yet another week, I’m setting the goal to approach this one with the anticipation of finding more, asking even more and attempting as much as I can. My terribly long To-Do list is self-explanatory. With two months before the year ends, goals still persist along pages of the 2014 calendar. Enthusiastic would be an understatement - on a scale of 1 to Flying to London, I’d say 9 out of Flying to London.
Let’s do this, November. Watch this space.
Lots of love and recycling,
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