
I keep wondering where inspiration really hides.
It never seems to arrive when I plan for it. Not when I open a new document or sit down with a goal. More often it slips in when I’m already busy doing something else. Sorting files. Adjusting colors. Making coffee.
Maybe inspiration doesn’t like being chased. Maybe it just waits until I stop trying so hard to deserve it.
I’m starting to think it isn’t about searching at all. It’s about being in motion long enough for something to notice I’m there.
That’s the thought I’m carrying into this week. Inspiration doesn’t visit the still. It visits the working.
