Riding the Inspiration Pendulum
In 2010 I was inspired by the minimalist blogs I was reading at the time. Certain life situations played a part in that, but seeing that people lived without much and went on adventures, well, that inspired me to… get rid of stuff!

And I did, and I left NYC with my bike and a laptop and some clothes, and for years traveled, rode buses, slept on couches and in train stations. At the time I didn’t know my actions would inspire anyone. That wasn’t the reason I did it, of course. But many years later I discovered a handful of people were inspired by my adventure! I’ve made many friends from those adventures.
In my recent years I’ve been waiting again for my own inspiration. I’ve been waiting for that one writer to become fascinated with, I think, or this tug from the universe. But I think I’ve come to realize that perhaps there’s a pendulum of inspitation that exists.
This massive structure filled in the heavans, and it’s got all the things that I’ve loved over the years. The movies that made me cry, the albums that stuck with me, the shows I went to and left feeling like I just witnessed a revival meeting.
And while that pendulum is weighed heavy with these things, perhaps my lack of inspiration is because I’m no longer swinging. I’m stuck in the upward posistion, looking up, with big smile on my face, my stomach weightless, waiting to be filled with more videos, blog, and Instagram photos to…
Exhale, and go in the other direction. I need to fall back to earth, to the other side of the pendulum.
There’s zero certainty or comfort in that. Just as the inspiration on the other side of the pendium required thousands of hours of training, and work, and just plain luck, letting go and swinging backwards is where I must go.
