Don’t you wish you could see the actual moment when the lightbulb metaphorically clicks on over your head? Me too. Then there would be physical evidence you could point to and exclaim, “Aha!” You’d instantly know the feeling and be able to better recognize it the next time inspiration struck and be ready to capitalize on it
It’s difficult generating your own inspiration if you’re not used to doing it. I think kids have it the easiest. They can pick up and start a game of make-believe with the most complicated rules and ideas on the spot. Me? I have to work at it. Nothing feels natural any more. Everything feels contrived and I end up walking away feeling old, tired and jaded.
Maybe I need to spend a few afternoons playing on the floor with the kids under a blanket that’s standing in for a castle, or just spinning in the yard and collapsing to look up at the sky and see what all is living and playing in the clouds. Heck, they can turn a video game about racing into a school house in the blink of an eye. It’s a shame that sense of wonder and amusement t as we grow older and take on more responsibilities and give in to pressures that leave us with little time to look at the world through the eyes of a child.
You’d think it was my birthday instead of DH’s and my uncle’s with such gloomy!
So what grand romantic gesture did I make today? Well, he’s out of town, so I took his car and had it lubed, washed and filled the tank with gas. Usually, you see this one work the OTHER way around, right? Not in our house. I know it’s not something he thinks about, and every so often I take care of his car. It eliminates a dreaded errand for him and gives me a little peace of mind concerning his safety as he’s driving around.
Happy Birthday, dear.