Everyone needs something that inspires them. Daily life is a simple and effective grinding tool after all. Without a creative outlet of some sort, where does a person find energy or enthusiasm? Pressures from work, from children, from friends and maybe even your family can numb you to joys you might have long forgotten, or not even noticed are missing.
So what can you do when everything around you is pulling you down? When your obstacles seem too tall to summit, or when the reality is that you just aren't going to get "out" of whatever bind you're in? You may be facing illness (your own or a loved one's), you may be stuck in a job you hate but that you can't leave because it's money in a piss poor economy; perhaps your children are entering their teen years and you really might not survive it or you've just found yourself in a rut so deep you can't remember digging yourself there. Trust me when I say that the path you took to get in is a path you can take to get out. You just need a Muse.
No two Muses are the same. Yours can even be different from day to day, and it can be something that's real or imagined. Muses arrive in the form of music, a lost-then-found box of letters between Grandparents during a war, a painting, film or chance encounter with a friend.
Your Muse is whatever shoves you off your rail and gives you a moment of peace and creative thought. And it's in this moment that you have to be ready to jump and feel gratitude for the moment itself.
This isn't advice to writers, artists, thespians alone. This is advice to every living person, because we all have outlets that allow us to express a creativity that is personal. You might have a special talent arranging flowers, but little time to do it due to increasing demands at a job in the financial industry. And knowing just what color suits the mood for a room isn't all that handy when your daily pressures include overtime at a hospital. However, the creativity inside you is just as important to define and exercise as the practically responsible side is. We aren't meant to live as robots.
So what does this mean to you, right now...because it seems pretty lofty and dreamy for me to sit here, doing what I love and staying up late to do it, and tell you that you just need to sketch if that's your passion, to make bouquets for friends, to paint a room on your day off, or to hang out in a park with your dog and some bird watching manuals. But what I'm saying is that so very few of us are blessed to make money doing what our passions dictate that, frankly, we DO have to find moments as often as possible to sit with our Muses. To listen to them and honor them. They deserve respect because they make us unique individuals; they help to define us outside of our work-a-day lives.
Find your Muse. Then take a walk with it and see what kind of energy you create.
No matter what happens and no matter the outcome, you won't be sorry for the time you spent.
PS...this is post #100. People seem to delight in big round numbers like that, so I thought I'd let you know. If you've read since the beginning, you've now read 100 bits of Liz's brain drivel! I'm sorry.