Friday, December 23, 2011

Greek Mythology vs. Real Life

     Walter Cronkite had one.  Mahatma Ghandi both was one and had one.  Actually, EVERY great person has or had one.  Do you have one? I do, actually I am blesssed to have a few.  What do you, Walter Cronkite and Mahatma Ghandi have in common?  People who inspire them.  In Greek Mythology they were called muses and inspired literature, poetry and music.  In more modern times, they are the people who inspire us to be better, do more, love more and always seek to do our best.  These are the people who help us live better lives.
     Today I want to share a little with you about some of my "Muses" otherwise known as the people who inspire me.  To keep it short, I won't mention them all.  First of all, there is you.  Yes, you.  It's true, you are an inspiration to me simply by being there and reading.  You give up some of your time to read what I have written.  You give me a voice simply by following this blog.  That inspires me to write, to write better and to bring a message that will help you to live a richer, fuller and happier life.  Thank you.
     Once upon a time there was an introduction to a very special someone.  He was my best friend's second choice for a blind date (her first choice had to work that night).  He might have been her second choice but he has always been my first choice and he has definitely changed my life for the better.  After being married for over twenty-two years and together for almost a quarter of a century my husband still inspires me.  His passion for his family, integrity at all times, understanding, work ethic and encouragement are just a couple of the reasons why I am honored to be his wife.  Thanks for the laughter you bring to my life ... daily.   I also want to say thank you to all those girls who passed him by, your loss has certainly been my gain.
     Don't panic, I'm not going to mention everyone in my life.  In fact, most of the people that inspire me don't even realize it and wouldn't want me to mention them anyway.  My children, for example, would be upset if I mentioned the ways they inspire me (just know that they do).  However, I have two more people I feel compelled to mention.  Two sisters who are not related to me by blood but by the choice of my heart. 
     One now sleeps while I write this because she is in a foreign country with her family while her husband serves our nation with honor, dignity, courgage and intergrity overseas.  She simply amazes me.  She owns her own business (at one point she owned and ran two at the same time), takes care of her two incredible boys and her husband, unpacks her house at lightening speed (imagine having EVERYTHING you own packed in boxes, now unpack everything singlehandedly and put everything in its place in a four bedroom apartment within two days).  Meanwhile, she still finds time to help people, bake cookies, and all the other things that a supermom/superwoman does.  She exhausts me just thinking about all that she accomplishes.  How can you NOT be inspired?
     "The other sister," you ask, "who can she be?"  She is an incredible, sweet, Southern lady.  A friend so rare and true.  She struggles with life sometimes but won't let you know she's blue.  Her life is a shining example of who to be at all times.   Yes, it was intentional that the first part of this rhymes.  Okay, I'm done with the poetry ... for now, but I'm not done with talking about this friend.  I talk to her, chat with her, text with her and am constantly amazed.  She cares so deeply, encourages me constantly, and just lives life rather than letting it pass by her. 
     At this point you may be asking what is the purpose of this blog today.  It's simple.  You are someone's muse.  You inspire them everyday whether you realize it or not.  It might not be in huge ways and you may never even know you are inspiring them.  However, to them it makes all the difference.  I leave you with a quote.
"You may never have proof of your importance but you are more important than you think. There are always those who couldn’t do without you. The rub is that you don’t always know who.”
Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

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