Inspiration comes in many forms...

Many of you know I'm a writer.  Not a good one, not a published one, but still, I do some writing off and on.  When I concentrate I can even squeak out some decent grammar and spelling.  Anyone who's a writer knows that inspiration comes in many forms.  It can hit you in the middle of a deeply profound moment, like a funeral or birth, or it can arrive as you're driving the kids to school and the stop light turns red.

When I look in the mirror, I could see how I inspire people.  I mean, sure, I'm a force to remember, and I suspect that people are indirectly inspired by me all the time...

I imagine....  When a young woman sees me at the grocery store screaming at my kids, she's probably inspired not to have kids.  When a pregnant woman sees me at the store, she's inspired to stop at one.  When a mother of 3 sees me at the same store, she's inspired not to yell at her kids so much.  When a person sees me at the pool in my new 2 piece I imagine she's inspired to visit Jenny Craig.  Yes, I am inspirational, though not always positively for myself, I think I have done my share of inspiring the rest of the world.

So, when a woman approached me yesterday to say that I inspired her, I initially questioned, "To do what?"  She continued, adding on to say that I motivated her to start walking again, to go to the gym, etc.  "Because I see you doing it with all these children, and if you can do it without excuses with all these children (yes, she said that part twice) then I surely cannot have excuses."

Hmmm.  I guess maybe that will be my T-shirt.  It's inspiring, sort of.  "I run because there are no excuses."  Tough call though, I am really attached to, "I run because my a** needs to fit in my jeans."