Are Seven

Funny thing about inspiration…you…uh…have to be inspired to…do…it?

Let that sentence stand as a monument to my inspiration meter sitting at empty. It happens, I guess. There’s just nothing around that brings out the excitement and desire to create or do. It’s endlessly frustrating. It’s a feeling, alright, but it’s one that’s gray and limp; the opposite of being inspired.

It’s not as though there aren’t things I’ve thought about writing down. Jesus, it happens multiple times a day. A interesting article, a street observation, a good song, long-simmering feelings about any number of subjects: all the crap that can fill a blog right up. But it always simmers and never boils, and eventually you just turn the stove off and sit on the couch, staring at the ceiling and thinking of stupid metaphors for how you can’t think of any good metaphors.

And then you think that you eventually have to start somewhere, and that the best thing to do is to do something. So you write it all down, knowing that you’ll be embarrassed about it, but maybe that embarrassment is that little pin prick you need to actually feel something.

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