28 Days of Inspiration

Yesterday, I began a special experiment in my life, called 28 Days of Inspiration. For ease of counting, I'm seeing how my life changes when I look for something inspiring each day during the month of February. How my life will change, I have no idea. I am not even purposely looking to change (or not change) anything.

As usual, I just want to see what happens.

Yesterday, I was just getting over a cold and I had been cooped up at home for four days before. The Cardinals and Steelers played in the Super Bowl XLIII yesterday. So where did I find inspiration yesaterday? Well, these two items really kind of distracted me. But I was looking too deeply into it and wanting too much for Day 1. You know how you'd like a new project to start off with a bang and be so definitive that you didn't really need the other 27 days? Well, that's where I found myself by the end of the evening, asking myself, "Have I done nothing that was inspiring today? Did I encounter the Big Moment and totally miss it?"

Well, I was trying too hard. Nothing typical.

Inspiration arrives in moments of simplicity and relaxation. I was blessed to be healing at home, unpressured. It was the best I had felt since having first gotten sick, and sure, it was just a cold. But I had clearly taken my basic health for granted. After a month of eating whatever I wanted (mostly sugar) and neglecting even a daily morning walk (Alright, it's been more than a month), my body finally called me on it, and asked me to be more aware. I hadn't been blessing it any longer; I was barely living aware of it.

So my inspiration for Day 1 was my cold - my sickness, my dis-ease. It has established a good time to hit the reset button. Wanting to heal up by holistic means, I have cut out most sugary foods. The cookies are gone. I am still eating, but more soup, vegetables, and chicken.

It's true: There is no try.