Inspiration is a Fickle Bitch.

I finally made it back to the beach after spending a work-related week in Raleigh. So good to be home. It's funny how different the two worlds are, the city and the beach; people-wise, temperature-wise, and more importantly, inspiration-wise. What drives me to write or create is very different in both places. The beach is inspirational as it is, but when I'm here, I think it's because I spend my time here alone. I love being alone at the beach. It's allowing me the time to sort through all the shit that I had piled up and stashed away over the past 6 years. The shit that makes up me. I've neglected me a lot, compromised a lot, and forgotten even more. Some of it is good and will be celebrated through writing or painting for sure, but more so, I think there's some bad stuff in there that will require some embracing before I put pen or gift card to paper/board (oh yeah, I tend to paint with old gift cards and my fingers most of the time haha). When in Raleigh, I end up just wandering too far, and spending too much time, in my head, without creating a thing. It's not exactly healthy. Inspiration knows that, so she waits for me here. I so want to be a painter or writer who can create in any place I happen to be, no matter what's going on. All in due time. For now, I need to be where I can find inspiration because apparently she doesn't like to travel.

And Inspiration is a fickle bitch, man. She comes and goes even at the beach as quickly as I can jump in a car and declare I'm moving again. I keep my eyes and ears open for a trigger when I'm not in my own home. And I started voice-recording my thoughts when I'm not near my computer so as not to forget them by the time I am. Have I mentioned lately how horrible my memory is? 

Before I end this mini-entry announcing my return, I must say the highlight of the trip to The Rals was the always fascinating Girl's Weekend. And when I say "girl's weekend" I don't mean shopping for shiny clothes and drinking piña coladas and painting our toenails a matching color, while listening to the Backstreet Boys or some crap. We'd rather gouge our own eyes out. Ours is more like a "dude's weekend", when we get to have them. By "ours" I mean just my best friend and me. There is a LOT of beer drinking, fried food-eating, ass-scratching and watching movies of naked chicks, er, well in our case it was naked dudes. And by way of the movie Magic Mike. There was quite a bit of rewinding, replaying and lewd, suggestive commentary going on. You can bet I found them inspiring. I have no idea what time we even made it to bed. Yeah, we totally tore it up. 

Ok, we didn't really tear anything up. We watched Magic Mike during the day. And, we were kind of asleep by 11 that night. After cleaning up the kitchen and recycling the beer cans. Maybe it wasn't exactly like a dude's weekend... Whatever. Let us have our thing, man... We're not hurtin' anyone. haha

So, on that note, I say here's to inspiration where ever you can find it.  ; )