Today’s lesson: don’t wait for inspiration to come to you. Make it yourself.
Invisible Inspiration

Today’s lesson: don’t wait for inspiration to come to you. Make it yourself.

I was talking to my bride this morning and she told me about how a nutritionist blogger’s post stirred up a powerful emotional reaction in people. One of the most common responses to her post, apparently, was some variation of “don’t tell us what to do.”
That’s the battle cry for every US citizen, isn’t it? We are a nation of rebels and independent spirits–this is the cornerstone of our cultural identity. It’s why the American Revolution is such an all encompassing focus in our history classrooms.
The newest generations born into this tradition have an absolutely wonderful problem: “What do we rebel against?”
For all of its many problems and our nostalgia, the world has never been a better place and it’s getting better. It’s not perfect, but it IS improving. American citizens born into this world have less to struggle against and with no clear opposition or enemy, many turn upon each other and the previous generations, with whom there is a growing technological and cultural gap.
It is not my intention to villainize the younger generations–far from it. I sympathize. Ours is a nation of rebels, we bring our children up to be rebels, and there’s no clear enemy to rebel against or cause to fight for. The quest now is finding our cause, and it’s not an easy one because finding a cause to truly believes means finding yourself.

I haven’t had the opportunity to spend as much time with my bride this week as either of us would have liked. Life is good, we’ve both just been busy. I’m looking forward to going home to her tonight.

Had a special moment with my bride where we experienced a concrete visualization of our goals. Less beautiful was the place than the moment with my favorite person in the world.

I had tea the other day with a man who told me he’d been married three times. He said this in jest, and clarified that he meant that his wife had grown as a person and a woman throughout their marriage and how fortunate he was to have been a part of her journey and to share his life with her. I thought it was a beautiful sentiment and so we have today’s poem.

Another examination of visceral sensation accompanying an emotion. Inspired by my own anticipation–I had my first meeting with my new editor last night and am meeting a new acquaintance later today. I’ve never considered myself particularly good with people and meeting new people is always difficult for me. So, I’m throwing myself into it. Wish me luck!

Thinking about time again. Schedules and liquidity and how easy it is to lose time. No matter how hard we try, we simply can’t hold onto it.

Sat down to do today’s poem, started thinking about the art of animation and all of the different art forms and decisions that go into creating one of those storytelling masterpieces.
Then the largest, happiest cockroach in all of Texas scurried up out of nowhere to the top of my (mercifully empty) travel mug. Any chance of writing about something else went out the window when I squished the happy invader, who was so big and plump his guts soaked through two layers of paper towel.
I’m going to go be sick now.

Does anybody else ever wonder about your brain? What distinguishes us from it? When you get down to it, we are the sum of our memories which create our thoughts, electrical pulses zipping back and forth across this squiggly mass of grey matter. Are we the flesh housing or the energy coursing through it? Both? Neither?

Today we celebrated my grandmother’s 90th birthday with friends and family, food and memories. This poem was inspired by this celebration of her life.
