Inspiration Everywhere

I saw this in a children's joke book I was reading in the O’Day Camp library this weekend:

Q: Where can you always find a helping hand?

A: At the end of your arm.

I look forward to hearing your stories of immense personal struggle, and will continue to inspire you .

"Inspiration"

Those of you who work with me, read my books or even merely read my blog on a regular basis know that I hate the frou-frou world of “inspiration.” This “inspiration” tends to be made up almost entirely of potpourri-smelling teddy bears with nifty saying on their t-shirts, refrigerator magnets, and various mugs, posters, cards and other cheap crap made in China.

Here’s an “inspirational” quote from a mug I found in one of those balloon-filled shit shops.

At last the ladder,
which had been built
slowly, slowy
one hope at a time
reached up to the clouds.
And the dreamer began to climb.

You’re building a ladder with hopes? Hopes? Why not build a ladder with goals? Or planning? Or WOOD!

Yeah, I bet that ladder was built slowly.

It reached up to the clouds? Why do you want to go there? What is that ladder resting on? What is it you’re looking for in the CLOUDS? How ‘bout you pull that dreaming head of yours out of your butt and get to work right here on the GROUND where you can actually make something happen.

And the dreamer began to climb? Yeah, climb away from responsibility and common sense.

People! Set some goals! Make a map of where you want to be and work to get there. The only thing you’re going to get in the clouds is humidity. And maybe hit by an airplane.

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