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is for...Unusual Amounts of Inspiration


Me: (While in the shower) “Hey!”
Husband who was in the bedroom yells back.
Husband: “What!”
Me: “I have an idea.”
Silence
Me: “Hello, have a moneymaking idea!”
More silence.


He is ignoring me I assume. I guess I can’t blame him. In the past week I have come up with several “money making ideas”.
One day, I wanted to sell children’s learning books, the next day I wanted to write a compilation book, the day after that I wanted to write young adult books and then recently I decided to start my own organic sugar scrub company (random, I know). That is the idea that is making him ignore me. The one I came up with in the shower.
So, I am driving my husband crazy. Okay, so I always drove my husband crazy with my eccentric nature
and my complexities. But lately I have gone beyond the usual.
As everyone knows, I suffer from anxiety disorder and severe depression. I also have a slight case of ADD where I bounce from task to task and become so scatterbrained that I can’t focus. I drive my husband bonkers.
Well after years of being in denial, I sought help. Much needed help. With that help I now feel like a much better me and I have been able to focus. Now my mind is so full of ideas its insane.
The depression put a wet blanket on my mind and ideas were slow to come. Now all at once they are free and I am bursting to make my ideas a reality. I never felt so alive.

I’m excited to see with my mind will take me next.

Comments

  1. Annis CassellsNovember 27, 2013 at 7:27 AM

    So happy to see you're feeling well and the inspiration is flowing. Keep those ideas coming! xoA

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  2. Davyd MorrisDecember 10, 2013 at 12:38 AM

    Whenever I'd say that our client was going to "drive me crazy," my boss Betsy used to say, "That's not a rive, it's a putt..."

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