What Inspires You?

If someone had asked me that question 10, 15, or even 20 years ago, I would probably have said my kids. This wouldn’t have been wrong, but it would not have thoroughly answered the question. I don’t think I would have known what inspiration truly meant—not because I lived under a rock but because I had not been genuinely inspired by anything for most of my life. I never had the space to be myself, so it would have been challenging to feel and be inspired.

Fast-forward seven-plus years, and BOOM! I was back on my path after so many years. I started to rediscover inspiration and how it felt. It truly was like I had been in a jar with the lid sealed shut, and someone opened it up, and I was breathing again for the first time. Everything in my life felt brand new; I was rediscovering everything that had always been there, but I could SEE for the first time in a long time.

Today, I wake up inspired by the simplest things. Walking my zoo, seeing and being in nature, reading, and working out—honestly, things come to me in so many moments of my day that my notes on my phone are filled with writing. I have realized that inspiration is NOT work, nor should it ever feel like that. Inspiration should flow naturally once we let go of fear and control; alignment takes over if we allow it to, and a new world opens up.

I had to leave the life of living in a jar to be inspired and alive. No matter the hell I went through to get out, I would do it again. My kids still inspire me, but for different reasons than before; I now see clearly and deeper and have a more profound sense of what inspiration means.

Life should inspire us. If you aren’t inspired, that is a sign to change something in your life. There is a whole world of wonder waiting for you to discover.

We should never be stuck in a jar looking and watching life go by. XO-Rach