Inspiration Maven
the effortless rush of unintended encouragement . . .
Lots of creators want to be an inspiration.
I’m not a fan of reading those who keep writing jack-em-up stuff which evidently massages a kink in their own fragile makeups.
We’ve all read ‘em. Those whose very sense of identity depends on grasping for purpose . . . eager to be perceived as changing lives for the better.
YUK!
I try NOT to spend my energy trying to inspire.
Positivity is more fun that way.
I moved into this senior ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act) building and I suddenly had miles of smooth wide newly-paved space to wheel my ass off . . . after resigning myself to a wheelchair future.
For two years, I’ve been a wheeling mad woman. Manic maniacs must move or murder.
Yesterday I did my all-time high! Fifty laps around this joint! I went out five different times throughout the day starting at six in the morning until six in the evening. I did a ten-lap set . . . half hour of aerobics . . . each time.
Our seniors activity manager, while flaunting doctoral letters after her name on every correspondence…
