Inspiration

I've been on a mission, searching for my personal, fail proof fountain of inspiration. It seems an internal spigot should be included with our genetic operating instructions. Just push the button and wait for the fountain to start spurting. Unfortunately,that's not the way it works. At least not for me.

Fleeting inspiration comes from words--a quote, a few lines of exquisite writing, a horoscope, a fortune cookie---but these are random sparks, not enduring flames. Sometimes a little positive reinforcement provides motivation---a good critique or a small acknowledgment by peers. But that's an external source and you can only stare at a paper-framed certificate for so long. It's nice, even thrilling in the moment, but it doesn't sustain.

Friends with fiery passions and commitment motivate, but also inspire a little envy. Then there are my strong friends who don't have the luxury of procrastinating, and forge ahead despite uncertain futures. They're awe inspiring. Their stories offer perspective and a reality check. But those are their stories. I need to write my own.

I've been playing the "I'm too old" card, but my friends have proven me wrong. There are the "Janes" who both jumped back into medical school, and marathoner Judy. Hardworking, focused women who don't succumb.

It's time to grow up, Margaret. Make a plan and a promise. Dig deep and...

It's a New Year...

It has been months since my last entry, but what better day to revive "Oh, Margaret!" than January 1, 2009.

Right now I am indulging in my favorite New Year's Day tradition of watching the Rose Parade. I used to wake Nora up early each Jan. 1 and we would watch it together, both of us fantasizing about wearing the heavily-pearled crown of the Rose Parade Queen. I think that ship may have sailed for us at this point, but maybe we could join the Rotary Club International and walk along with that float someday. Nora and I still share the parade experience but now we watch in our separate residences and call each other up throughout the morning to share our insightful comments--three phone calls so far. Traditions are great, aren't they?

The other traditional activity of the New Year is making resolutions. I posted an entry in August 2007 about how I always make my resolutions at the beginning of the school year, but somehow I missed that deadline in 2008, so here I go.

Health: Knees and Diet

I'm afraid my April knee surgery didn't do the trick. My swollen knee has kept me from walking which was my favorite (and only) form of exercise. Diet is an ongoing dilemma, but this needs to be the year I take control. Instead of relishing the successes of participants on the Biggest Loser, I will begin my own path to better health.

Writing: Sigh...

I am taking another writing class from Val Hobbs. The structure of the class inspires a more committed writing schedule and I always get a lot out of the exercises and discussions. This year I need to add a healthy dose of writing passion. Paul always says, "Don't get it right, get it written." I recognize the truth in that statement, but I still struggle.

Many other areas of my life could benefit from a new approach, but I don't want to lose focus on my "big" resolutions. I know how easily I can justify distractions...like not writing until I have all the Christmas decorations taken down. Hmmm.

My goal for 2009 will be to honor my personal commitments. I'm hoping that this year will be productive and satisfying for my family and friends as well. Happy New Year one and all!