And suddenly I find that I’m in need of inspirational quotes every morning before I can even get the kettle on. And this continues until the afternoon. And then the day’s gone. And I’ve only been inspired to find more (or some) inspiration. The number of teabags remains the same. But I’m not a fan of people that spend their lives re-posting Maya Angelou’s wise words or, and this is a serious crime, some anonymous drivel that says nothing beyond the fact that it is set in Franklin Gothic, photoshopped against a background of generic mountains and clear blue skies.
Currently there are lots of people around me that make me very happy. And there are some that make me very sad. I seem to have cut out those that make me feel indifferent. But they are probably much better people than those that make me sad. Although, the ones that make me sad are occasionally very inspirational. And there’s a semantic argument to be had re the word ‘better’.
The search continues.