Inspiration from Winnie-the-Pooh

I’m having one of those days where I have to dig deep to remind myself what my new goals are.  I awoke with a certain sense of ennui – my favorite word for feeling spiritually crappy.  Actually, ennui means listlessness and dissatisfaction resulting from lack of interest, bordom.

I sat down and published a blog post that came to me yesterday totally inspired.  That lead to an idea to help my little local farm stand communicate itself better with a blog and improved FaceBook activity.  It’s so easy to think of how someone else should be doing something…

From there I started to spiral into the unemployed’s nightmare of counting days and months, adjusting budgets and wondering what the Hell I was thinking when I set out to be a writer.

Time to pull out the inspirational stuff.  I looked up posts from my favorite inspirational guru of the moment,  writer Danielle LaPorte.  I called up the book I bought online from her – Your Big Beautiful Book Plan and tried a few exercises to get my mental juices going.  Next I cracked out my worn and tattered copy of “This Time I Dance“, by Tama J. Kieves and reread all the highlighted pages. My favorite line?  “…you did not quit your career to organize your closets…”   Just for good measure I went back and read all the kind comments friends have posted or emailed about my writing to date.  Then I went downstairs to make a cup of tea.  It’s 2:30pm and I am still in my yoga pants.  The day is gray and I am so under-inspired I feel like a Stink Bug crawling up the proverbial window of life.

Riffling through my tea collection I found: Classic Green, Chamomile, Orange Spice, Christmas White Spiced, English Breakfast, Yogi Honey Lemon Throat Comfort and finally settled on Rooibbos.  No idea what that is.  Why doesn’t someone just make a tea called “Inspiration for Life”?  That’s what I really was searching for!

So with warm tea in hand I went to Penelope Trunk’s web page and put in my credit card to download “Secrets of An A-List Blogger“.  I have now spent several hundred dollars with people who are doing what I want to do, to learn how to do it.  Make sense?  Not necessarily but I need the technical help.

And finally, I remember my sister’s and my favorite childhood quote from Winnie-the-Pooh:
“What day is it?” asked Pooh.  “It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.  “My favorite day,” said Pooh.