Inspiration

It’s a funny thing, inspiration. It’s that feeling that I could be something more, that I could really make something of myself. I love it, I crave it, and yet it always disappears within hours.

This life that I live is amazing. I have a beautiful fiancee, two awesome dogs, a cat, and a home that is mine. (Okay, ours.) Yet occasionally I get this image of a life that is beyond. Of a kitchen that is mine and mine alone. Of dishes, desserts, and just a cacophony of memories and dreams.

I don’t know when, or if, I will reach that dream. But when I think of it, I feel empowered. I will make it through another day. I will continue to dream. And I will try to find that magical place, where I can just focus on my passion.

If I don’t try, then what is the point?