Volcanic Eruptions

Inspiration… That word has a million and one meanings to it. Some might say it’s a form of stealing, but I guess it is. When you’re inspired by someone or something, you want to do everything to recreate that moment, that image, that movie, however, inspiration takes you to your core. Inspiration takes you to exactly who you were meant to be; if you weren’t inspired by it, you wouldn’t be you. When I first started this blog, I had the utmost drive to make it very “commercial-esque”. I wanted to make it very blog like, only to realize my desires have changed. My inspiration has changed. I’m no longer gaining inspiration from what I used to gain passion from. I have to say, this is scary, but sometimes I think you start something only to realize what you really want. You needed that one moment to push you forward to the next moment, your next big destination. These moments transpire so you find the ability to tap into your truest potential, the reason you came to this earth. All of the little mountains in between allows you to dig deep into yourself and bring strength into your natural being.

As of recently, I’ve been in a rut. This weird chaotic nomads land. My auditions have been dry and I’ve been feeling this sense of need. Needy in my relationships and needy within myself. I’ve been trying to fix this growing hole, but the more I try to control it, the bigger it gets. I’ve realized I have to sit in the uncomfortable and let myself be inspired by the change and know I am not to much. This in between period is allowing me the chance to understand time as well and know that change and transitions are always happening. I’ve been taking a lot of leaps. Giant leaps some would say, but I have not allowed myself the chance to really dig deep. I’ve just been surfacing every aspect of my life because digging deep means really hitting the volcanic eruptions and letting fear falter off.