I think I lost it. Maybe amidst the wrenches, fertilizer and inflatable Christmas yard decorations at the home improvement store today. Perhaps in the bottle of ibuprofen I've consumed this week. Did the gallons of Mountain Dew extinguish my flames of inspiration?
Staring at my laptop screen isn't helping. A long trip around the blogosphere (can't we come up with a new word?) isn't igniting any deep, creative sparks. Even a sampling of Anais Nin, my go-to girl for inspiring words, is not moving me.
Still, I will leave you with one of my favorite Nin quotes.
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."