“Just make sure I’m around when you finally have something to say”
-Toad The Wet Sprocket
“I’m going to blog today.”
“I’m going to blog this week.”
“I’m going to blog this month.”
“I’m going to blog at some point.”
“I really need to write a blog.”
“I don’t want to blog.”
It shouldn’t be a chore, but sometimes it feels like it is. I have this mental image of my blog having meaning, changing lives, making the world a better place, however, I’m no doctor, or scientist (madd or other) and can only affect my small bubble in the world. So when I strip down and climb out of the outer pressure what am I left with? The fact that I love to write. I write descriptively, creatively, and emotionally.
I was talking with a friend the other day, and as we discussed our writing projects, his eyes lit up, causing my eyes to light up and my heart to race with excitement. he said “You’ve inspired me to write.” and I laughed because I felt exactly the same way, because he had inspired me to write. I came home and worked on a few of my smaller projects.
Words are so important, and the difference between: a poison or medicine, a weapon or tool, a gloomy or sunny day. One time, I was with my sister Christmas shopping, when she went up to a soldier in uniform who was also shopping and thanked him for his sacrifice for our freedom. The initial shock on his face was replaced with a simple smile and a nod. She and I both teared up as we walked away, but she told me she always tried to make a point to thank those who served our country. We didn’t know what kind of life he lived up to that point, and whether or not he ever thought of that again, but in that moment we were grateful, and regardless of any other effect, it impacted my life. Now, I try to always thank a soldier when I see them in uniform.
Words inspire, actions inspire, people inspire.
Today I wrote a blog, thinking about the wonderful people I’ve been blessed to share my life with and who inspire me. Next week, month or simply the next time I blog, I hope to inspire you.