I have become aptly inspired. But that's nothing new. I get inspired about 8 times a day, after listening to 'the monkey' in the morning, hearing meaningful lyrics in a song, watching a runner clock miles as they pass me on the street. My inspiration is usually interrupted by the other 37 thoughts crammed in my head: "Crap, I'm running late, again. Did I get all the prep done for that meeting? What the hell am I going to make for dinner? Did I unplug the flat-iron? Shit, did I put my underwear on backwards, again? And 'poof' inspirational thought? Gone. It's what is affectionately referred to as the 'SQUIRREL' - syndrome. But that's me, frequently inspired, momentarily.
For many of us, change only comes from discomfort and necessity and as I uncomfortably hit the apparent required age of 40, I felt myself reflecting on my last 39 years and what I had learned, accomplished and had left to do. So, naturally, I opened a bottle of wine, pillaged the monkey's markers and wrote out a big, scary list of 'what I want to do now that I'm 40'. 20, yes 20 items found their way to paper, in bright, cheerful colours. Although solving world peace and curing cancer did not make the cut, equally lofty idealistic musings did. I love lists. They make me happy. So since I was happy, I rolled up that beautiful list and put it away.
Ironically, nothing changed, which was quite a shock. After all, I MADE A LIST. It was colourful! It was neatly printed! It was put away for safe keeping! Apparently, I was going to actually have to DO something with that list.
Which is why I'm here; to DO something with my list. Inspired by reading 'Eat, Pray, Love', 'The Happiness Project' and daily evidence that truth is by far stranger than fiction, particularly at Girly Girl Manor, I am embarking on a quest in 2011 to tackle my big scary list.
I invite you to join me. Who knows. I may aptly inspire you, momentarily.
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