Today was a beautiful day. I’m happy.

On another note: inspiration.

It might be impossible to describe what I’m sensing about inspiration.

I keep trying, and I keep failing.

But it goes something like this:

1. There are things all humans have in common.
2. Imagine that the collection of those things comprises our humanity.
3. Said another way, “humanity” is the collective of things we all have in common.
4. That collective is a particular space.
5. Inspiration exists in that space. Perhaps inspiration is that space.
6. It doesn’t exist outside of that space.
7. When we’re in the space of humanity—of our common, shared experiences and features—we’re in the space of inspiration.
8. When we’re inspired, someone or something has breathed the space of humanity into us.
9. When we’re inspiring others, we’re breathing the space of humanity into them.
10. Inspiration is humanity.
11. Humanity is inspiration.
12. When we’re in touch with our humanity, we’re inspired.

Here’s the thing that I love about this logic: it gives me the power to be inspired by anything. And I need that. There are a lot of shitty and hard-to-witness things happening in our world. We can let it break us down, or we can let it inspire us.

We can find humanity in anything. Anything. I’m positive about this because we’re human. Our humanity is always here. Our humanity is right here, in our human. Our human is our humanity.

To inspire is to breathe in. As humans, as long as we’re breathing in, we continue to be humans. We could say that the very nature of the human being is the breath. Without it, we cease to exist in human form. So inspiration is human.

I think I’ll leave things here.

Though I do have three more things to say:

1. I love frosting. A lot. And, I just committed to eating sugar just one time per week. I might really miss frosting.
2. I love my friends. I don’t know what I did to deserve my people, but damn. I really lucked out.
3. I’m looking to laugh really, really hard (and a lot) over the next several weeks. If you see me or talk to me, let’s laugh together.

In love and liminality,

Annie Rose