Last week I was thinking a lot about inspiration. I even wrote about it.
But over the weekend, all that inspiration had me wondering when it was going to be time to wave the white flag. When exactly was I supposed to stop?
To tell you the truth, I couldn’t come up with a definite answer. Continue reading
Every time I sit down to write it’s like trying to push a boulder uphill. The amount of effort it takes to sit still and jot some words down is enormous.
Once in a while though, an idea will come that seems to write itself. Out of nowhere, a spark lights the fire.
When I first started getting these spurts of inspiration, I use to write a couple paragraphs, then get up. The energy that filled me felt like it should be spent on something else.
But then I realized that inspiration doesn’t last. It has to be taken advantage of otherwise it disappears. Continue reading
One morning on the way to work, I saw a possum in the road that had just been hit by a car. I thought it was surrounded by birds, but when I looked closer they were actually baby possums climbing out of their mother’s pouch.
I called animal control and they said they would rush out and help. On the way home that night, I passed the same spot and saw proof that they never came.
I wanted to stop that morning, but I was in a rush. I didn’t want to be late for work. I ignored myself to follow the “rules”.
There’s this cat that strolls around my neighborhood. I always see him in the field behind the house hunting birds. He’s even gone after a couple ducks. He’s no match for ducks, trust me.
He never catches anything though. He’s a house cat, so his hunting skills could use some work. But hey, at least he tries. He’s a few steps ahead of most of us in that regard.
I remember when I was a kid, I thought I would write music, break dance or play basketball when I grew up.
Over the years, I gave up on all of those things. Because I was good in private, but when the time came time to perform, I couldn’t do it. Well, at least I thought I couldn’t. As a result, I never tried when I needed to.
About a year ago, I was frustrated with my job. Things didn’t seem to be going the way I wanted, so I decided it was time to leave.
I felt like I was invested in the company, but the company didn’t give a damn about almighty me.
I found a new job and even though it didn’t feel ideal, I wanted out of my current situation. It was a risk I was willing to take.
Now a year later, I’m back in the same position. Actually, it feels a little worse, but that’s probably just because we tend to over exaggerate things for our own justification.
How could this happen again? Continue reading