In my previous post, I wrote about what inspires me when it comes to something creative like writing or blogging. I said that music inspires me, gets my thoughts going, and I trawl the Net for news and other fun stuff.
Typical. When asked a direct question as simple as What inspires you?, I can’t even give a straight answer. I beat around the bush, smell a few roses, walk up the garden path. Anything but. Why? Maybe because I’m afraid of what the truth is, and more terrifying to me, what it implies.
The truth of the matter is, I just sit there, in front of my screen, and stare. Of course I’m thinking. I think about the day’s events if it were interesting or think about whether anyone said anything interesting that day. But mostly? My mind goes back into the past. I’ve lived quite some time here, by the grace of God, and while many my age think we are young (and we are, we are!), we’re not 25 any more. Just ask any 25-year-old.
I go back to old conversations, first-time-on-a-ferris-wheel experiences (and there are many). I dredge them up and dust off the accumulated lint of bygone months, years, the lintball of a decade. I put a polish and spin on it so that it’s ready for 21st century consumption. In other words, a blog-byte.
A blog-byte by someone who lives in the recesses of her mind, going out for the occasional shopping (off-limits now that it’s Lent), connecting with friends, helping in church projects, being the occasional talkshow host, and just generally being a busybody.
Hope you enjoyed this one.
So really, what inspires you?