When inspiration fails to seek you, seek it.

"To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong." - J. Pearce

I saw that the other day, and it seemed to reach out and wrap itself around me.

I've been struggling with so much lately; it's been so long since I've felt any sort of inspiration. I've sort of just fallen into these daily, mundane routines. Work. Caden. Work. Caden. Grocery store.Work. Sleep. Work.

I miss....I miss. I'm not sure what I miss. I miss meaning. The inquisitive glance. The opening. The words, tumbling out, swirling, falling like leaves, in random places on a crisp, orange morning. Sharing my views, my writing, my thoughts. Getting feedback, giving feedback. Leaving a conversation, knowing it wasn't over and yearning to pick it back up, and finish it. No...not finish it. Add on, let it build and build until it reaches a crescendo and the pieces crash down around in glimmering, iridescent shards, piercing the ground and creating even more conversation pieces.

I've become the person I used to vehemently proclaim I'd never become. Predicable. Lazy. Uninspired. I picked a path...based on what? I'm not even sure anymore.  I'm just not sure.

For now, I think, I'll just wander around with my camera until things clear up a bit.