A couple of months back, I made a pledge to only write when I'm inspired. I seem to have hit a slump this week, possibly due to jetlag from my trip or perhaps a lack of exciting things happening relative to the flood of activities during my travels. I recall fondly how writing themes often come to me fairly easily, finding me like Slim in 8 Mile, jotting down observations in a little notebook on my various commutes. I used to confine my musings to a personal journal -- for noone else's eyes but mine and whomever I will it to -- but now that I have this blog and at least a few loyal readers, I find myself more aware of my surroundings, constantly seeking nuggets of inspiration while being careful not to force anything. Interestingly, this entry was inspired while I desperately pondered my lack of inspiration!Tidbit you may not know: I used to belong to an acapella singing group called Inspiration. By invitation, we lifted our voices at weddings, funerals, and on visits with folks who were ill. I found loads of inspiration for writing during my time with that usually-all-male group. Those thoughts are confined to my journal, though, so consider yourself deprived,...unless you give me good reason to adopt you!
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is marriage an acceptable route to access your inner thoughts, or is adoption the only method.
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