Hello invisible readers,
I was thinking. I know, I know. I shouldn’t do that. Might hurt myself. But, still I thought. About inspiration. It always seemed to me that inspiration was like getting hit over the head with a bolt of lightning. Yet, now I think it sneaks up on you. Waiting for the right moment to go. “Hey! Look at me!”
My inspiration was very sneaky. In fact, until I started thinking about it. I never realised how I was being inspired to do what I do. My main inspiration in life has, in different ways. Been my Mum and Dad. My Dad has always been my travel inspiration. It really should have been obvious. I grew up on stories of his adventures. And still he goes away. Bring back new stories. Okay, I might be a little slow. Still, my travel inspiration started with my Dad. Which lead me to find other sources of travel inspiration. Blogs. Seeing the stories that other people had to tell. Having always wanted, still wanting, to be a writer. I’m also lazy, have you noticed? Having a blog seemed like the greatest thing in the world. Should have looked more into it. Oh well. I have it now. So, better start using it.
Mum. Well, she inspired me in a whole different way. Dad was more, I want to do that. Mum is and was always. I hope I don’t turn into you. Yet, my life as always been, do what makes my mother proud of me. A little confusing, right? Yeah. It also leads to a great deal of misery. Trying to be someone you are not. But, inspiration final slapped me in the face. I saw how my mum really influenced my life. She was my greatest inspiration, with money. Okay, yes. That sounds weird. Dad inspires travel. Mum inspires, money. Well, she inspired having it. Always having it, so as not to go without. Save it. Mum always spent money. A single mum with two kids, working part time while on a pension. Yes, other people do the same. Yet, she acted as if money wasn’t an issue. And that you should use it. It left me, not having to spend the money I made. When I started work. I saved. I found I liked holding onto money. I liked earning it. and having it there for something bigger than just, surviving. Mum also likes to talk a lot. Explaining in detail everything she is trying to do. Only reason I ever knew she was on a pension. Or where the money was coming from. Still, money. Just that need to have money was inspired by my mother. A woman, that never held on to a job. Never acted as if money was anything other than a means to an end. And someone that thought she was smart with it. Now she’s nearly 50. Jobless and without a retirement fund. Trying to get into stocks when she is still learning basic computer how to.
Lazy and holding onto money. Always, saving money. That’s how my life has turned out. One parent inspires the life I want. The other inspires to prevent that life from happening. I wonder how different things could be, if I didn’t care about what others think of me?
I guess this blog. Might be the answer.