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So, I was sitting on the front step thinking about inspiration. I don’t know about you, but my own comes and goes in the blink of an eye. I have a folder that is filled with ideas and some of them are probably pretty good ones. However, when I pull it up and start reading, I find that I can’t go anywhere with them. I freeze. Oh, not all the time. I manage to jump in and go with the flow every once in a while. When I finish, I delete it from my collection of ideas… and usually come up with several more before closing up.

There is something to be said for loving what you do.
I write web content for businesses and blogs and I manage to get the work done, no matter how boring the topic. There is a need for information on air conditioners, real estate, and lawyers. I can write about them well enough to please clients, but I don’t love them.

So, anyway, as I was sitting outside looking down at my feet, I noticed a tiny cricket. I am not a fan of crickets, but he was nearly as small as the ants crawling out from the cracks on the walkway. I wondered what it must be like to be so small and to take so many steps just to go a few feet. I imagine that to them, a few feet may as well be a mile. When they see a weed, it is like a tree is to us. But what else can they see (if indeed they do see. I am not a cricket expert)? Do they see those teeny tiny cells that make up the weed tree? Can they comprehend just how awesome it is that all those little micro-parts make up such a gigantic, beautiful creation? From their vantage point, I am certain that weeds must be awesomely gorgeous. That is, if they are capable of recognizing it. They just might be. What do we know?

If a cricket is capable of such appreciation, then it is capable of inspiration. If a cricket is inspired, what does it do about it? Chirp?

I’m stuck in a rut and where does my mind go? To crickets.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

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