Bertha…just…coined a new word…inspirationist…of course…she was describing 
herself…who else…
She was responding to a Twitter friend…who gave…Bertha…credit for inspiring her to create a website…featuring the wit and wisdom…of her elderly grandmother…I’ve read her tweets…and I promise you…I’ll be sharing the link for the website when it’s ready…because…Granny…always has something to say…and…she’s not afraid to say it…and…I want to hear it…
Anyway…being known…as an…inspirationist…must have gotten her to thinking…because…she started…reminding me…that…inspiration…often comes from the most unexpected of places…when…I’m busy doing something else…like…yesterday…I was driving to work…and…the plot to a psychological thriller…came to me…and…that’s not my genre…not by a long shot…so…I’ll probably never use it…although…just this minute…she turned it into a comedy of errors…
Hmmm…
But…whatever…she went on to say…inspiration…can be about anything…from the color to paint the living room…to what to cook for dinner…to the next bestseller…to coming up with extra money…to…well…to…anything…
She said…the best way…to allow inspiration…into my life…is to remain…open…to it…that…I close the door…when…I worry…when…I look for solutions…instead…of…allowing them to find me…in the form of inspiration…
Of course…she reminds me…that the…ation…ways of…allowing inspiration into my life…are…appreciation…meditation…contemplation…affirmation…vacation…celebration…imagination…visualization…
Okay…looks like I’ll be spending some time in the contemplation chair…or…Granny’s rocker…or…just riding down the road…I’m feeling inspired already…
Jane
