Apparently everywhere. And nowhere. So says the article I managed to stumble 1/10th of the way through. Will I finish it? Maybe. As luck may have it, or as I so elegantly set myself up (I’m feeling cheeky today), this leads me to the meat of this musing - how does one find that oh so elusive flame of inspiration to continue trudging through the groundhog day that has become these last months. Dare I say 1year+? Sure.
In days past, I’d walk. I’d walk. And I’d walk more. I would walk to the yoga studio where I taught a half dozen classes a week. I would walk to the gym where I taught that one yoga class and enjoyed the perks of weight machines that would guide me through more of what I was clouded from. I’d take that funky dance class, put 30% of effort, and feel the soot slowly erode. Yes, I was that person in the back of your aerobics or pilates class, that person who you’d swear looked athletic but moved with serious lackluster. I was there physically, certainly barely mentally, but I showed up. I let the magic work its power. From a series of good choices that I can now reflect on, I set myself up for recharge in many avenues. If you’re going to work somewhere, try to identify some perks, make it worth your effort. Life is more than a paycheck (unless you’re epically strapped, in which case I feel you, I’ve been there, do what you can where you can). If you’re differently abled - same idea, “shake it up” however you can (I’ll address this more in future posts).
So I taught yoga. I fell forward in between those moments of, “what am I doing with my life?” Eventually, it would click. If only going through the motions until something else emerged. The sages (magi’s?) have been known to say, luck is opportunity meeting preparedness. But where are we meeting anything or anyone these days?
For me - it meant meeting with an old friend. Reliable and meaningful. I looked to a paper weekly/monthly planner. To at least keep track of what was and was not passing by. Looking to that accountability and security of knowing the planner is there, I can remember, even if only by reference, what happened last week. That while the time is passing by, it is also passing by with awareness. Not to make each day feel like it lasts a lifetime. But to at least remember that the time, as it moves through us, is also part of our fabric.
As my (human) best friend has said, “dude, just make a list.”
And here you have it: https://hbr.org/2011/11/why-inspiration-matters
The article that I may or may not get to. If you do, please comment below and share your thoughts. Maybe we can find inspiration through our connection.