You never know when inspiration will hit you, or where it will come from. It just hits you, like lightning. And it catches your soul on fire.
I’ve always considered myself a kind of lightning rod. I never really understood why. Was it my imagination, my open mind, my sensitive and caring nature?
All I know is, that lightning struck me for the first time when I was young, and it’s found me ever since.
It strikes me anywhere, at any time it pleases.
It sends me searching for napkins in restaurants, begging for pens….
It has me tearing out of bed, nearly falling on my face before I find myself running to my computer….
It wakes me in the night from my deepest of dreams, brings me back from the innermost reaches of my mind.
It terrifies me… invigorates me… it excites me.
It makes my blood hum in my veins and makes my nerves tingle.
It makes every inch of me come alive as I feel the inspiration burning in my skin.
It makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.
It’s a scary feeling sometimes—wild, uncontrollable—but it’s exciting just the same.
And I’d never have it any other way.