Serendipitous Inspiration #8 — Women

Okay, I know this is going to be taken the wrong way but I don’t care.  I’m saying it anyways.

I love women!

Now, before you sharpen your pitch forks and start calling me names let me elaborate.

I really do love women.  I don’t know what it is.  Maybe it’s the fact that I grew up around more women than men, or maybe it’s something to do with being Italian.  I really don’t know what it is, but I just can’t get enough of them, and I don’t mean in a sexual way.

I mean yeah, I’m a heterosexual red-blooded male in his late twenties.  I’ll be the first to admit that, but beyond that there’s just… something.  I don’t know how to explain it.

Being around women just energizes me.  Gets my mind clear, gets me back on track and gets the creative juices flowing.

I can’t help but think of the Muses from Ancient Greece.   How those three daughters of Zeus could inspire and yet destroy a man all at the same time.  Granted, I was never the type to fall for games or to get played easily by anyone, man or woman, but I will admit to having felt that strange and amazing effect.

My guy friends always thought it was weird that I never had a type.  Tall, short, black, white whatever.  If there’s some kind of spark there I want to be around them, and it’s not always in a romantic sense.  A vast majority of the most interesting and my favorite women I’ve ever encountered have never been a romantic partner of mine.  Hell, some of them haven’t even been friends of mine.

To be honest, quite a few hated me with a passion for one reason or another.

That didn’t stop me from being electrified by them.  That didn’t stop me from them getting my mind moving and shortly after a flash of inspiration would provide the answer to some question that was plaguing me, whether it had to do with my writing or not.

So often you see the whole starving artist routine, where he pulls the, “Muse,” line as I and a few women I know like to call it.  They fawn all over a woman saying that their beauty inspires sonnets/ballads/paintings/whatever their particular creative poison might be, but honestly, that’s not me.

In fact, I found out regretfully that telling them only damaged it.  They either became extremely uncomfortable, or so self-conscious that whatever that spark was I saw in them was immediately dimmed.  To this day I’m sure there are women in my life who have no idea they’re my silent muse, and I never intend to tell them or admit it.  I cherish the creative jolt too much.

At this point, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m going on and on about this, and here’s what it is.

You need to find that for yourself people!

We’re only human and we’re going to burn out eventually.  It’s human nature.  We run out of motivation and energy.  We burn the midnight oil too often and when it comes time to deliver we can’t get it into gear.  We need a way to jump-start our creativity.

For me, it happens to be women.  For you it might be painting or some other creative pursuit.  It might be exercise, it might be mediation, yoga, whatever.  It doesn’t matter what it is.  Just go out and find it.  Chances are you already know what it is, you just haven’t realized what it does for you.

I often considered that these women present a challenge to my perspective as I often find myself at odds over something from completely trivial things to the ones of the utmost importance.  Maybe I thrive on a level of conflict and discussion that can’t exist between two men.

I don’t know and I really don’t care.  I found a jump-start to my creativity, and if you know what yours is, please leave it in the comments below.

So what do you think?  Agree?  Disagree?  Think I’m nuts?  Whatever you’re thinking leave your thoughts in the comments section below.


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