And then *poof* it was gone. Disappeared into the ether. A faint contrail in my cerebral atmosphere. The footprint of a memory.
Too often, when thoughts flit through my consciousness, I swat them away instead of grabbing them. Usually it’s because I’m busy. I need to finish writing a brief, make dinner, wrap up an email. I think, Ooh, you’re a good one! Hold on a sec while I finish this up. I’ll get right back to you.
The trouble is, I don’t always get back to it and that germination of an idea dries up and blows away for lack of nurturing.
Or when I do jot it down, it finds its home in the margins of a notebook used for something else, on a post-it note that loses its grip and flutters to the floor, or on the back of a grocery list that gets crumpled in the bottom of my purse.
How many ideas have I missed because I let the good ones go?
How many problems have gone unsolved?
How many times have I settled for less?
We all have good ideas, big ones and small. It’s not about not having the inspiration; it’s about being willing to embrace it when it comes.
Inspiration rarely descends upon us when it is convenient. Don’t resist the interruption.
***On another note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to RLK, my BFF and rock in all storms!***