A title just seems really unnecessary right now

My God, I love being inspired. The whole process of inspiration was what got me into teaching way back when . . . What a lifetime ago that was.

I’m such a sucker for a good tale, motivational talk, memoir-like conversation. Maybe I’m easily manipulated, but I love the feeling I get when suddenly everything is clear and there’s this fire inside of me burning to do something magical.

I had a class in college that used to really get me going. It was just a writing class—a class to teach writing, actually. Yet, instead of learning how to teach others to write, it would charge me into my own creative consciousness and for a moment (or two), I felt anything was possible. This is probably what made me a good teacher . . . I prescribed to my own doctrine.

I’ve come to appreciate the fact that I am not a creator, but a chronicler of sorts. When inspiration strikes me, I don’t suddenly invent something miraculous. Instead, I find myself in a pensive and open state where I am able to see things so clearly, and I feel compelled to capture the essence of my clarity.

The cause of my passion this evening? I finally saw the film version of Rent. I know, I know—horrible for a person who lives and breathes theatre every day. How dare I wait so long? I have my reasons, one quite sillier than the next. In any event, the clarity I’ve found right now is really just an affirmation of the wonderful life that I am so grateful to have. The details are small enough to look silly on paper, so I’ll breathe them all in silently and enjoy them, and be happy to share with anyone who asks.