Here's the thing about inspiration.
It's elusive A.F.
I can't tell you how many times I've gone out seeking that one thing to inspire me.
Thinking that if I just go looking, then just looking will almost certainly be enough universal intention for inspiration to find me.
And yet somehow, someway, without fail, the more I look, the less I find.
And so I turn instead to the inspiration that is safe. The one that always makes me feel better. The one that convinces me and my brain to think, that if only we were living life differently, if only our circumstances were to somehow miraculously change through no direct efforts of our own, then possibly we too would be satisfied...fulfilled...inspired.
But here is the thing, friends.
Sometimes I get so caught up in the elusivity of inspiration that I forget how downright possible it is to create it for myself.
Right here. Right now. Every. Single. Damn. Day.
And so, I take the circumstances and I throw them to the wind at the same time vowing, that no matter what the wind tosses back at me, I will make the most of it. I will take each ingredient and I will use it to create the inspiration that has eluded me.
I feel like inspiration can be a lot like that sometimes.
I mean, it can be a lot like what you make of it.
So sometimes you just have to focus on the long term, the end game that takes our unintentional lives starved of inspiration and showers them with intention, so every single moment is full of the things we chose. The beautiful, amazing things that make us truly happy.
Because we do get to choose, no matter how off-course, distracted or prosaic our lives become, we can create the inspiration that sets our lives back on track.
We just have to remember that we are the difference makers. We can take a go at this life at our own pace, in our way, but WE, we are the ones who get to choose how.
My point in all of this, is that my life has been a constant search for fulfillment. And sometimes I put my focus in the things I think will make a difference, chipping slowly away at the nagging feeling that there is something more. I focus on my job, my responsibilities at work, my love life, my relationship with my parents, my boyfriend, my friends, my siblings, where I live, what I spend my time doing, what I eat, how much I exercise. And of course, all these things are important, but not one of them alone will give me the fulfillment I am looking for within myself.
Only one thing is responsible for that, and it's me.
And so instead of searching for fulfillment in the new, I can find fulfillment in the old. I can create my own reality by allowing myself to succumb to the natural rhythm of life, to all the reasons I am where I am, doing what it is that I'm doing. And the greater purpose of it all. And then I can ask myself how those things can help me to be the best version of myself today, so that I can work on my intention for tomorrow.
And I believe that that, not destiny, fate or coincidence, is the answer to finding inspiration.
Right where we are.
Every. Single. Damn. Day.