Only when it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

I wondered as I was walking where inspiration comes from. My earphones were in, it was a sunny day and I had on two pairs of pants. I walked quickly, cause as normal, I was used to being late to wherever I was heading, this time to pilates class and didn't want to miss a minute of my 50 minutes of relaxation and toning. Something had escaped me and yet was burning inside. I couldn't figure out what it was. It started when I woke up that morning. A sense of urgency, the inability to sit still, to hold a thought, to finish an email. I hated the computer that I worked on, I hated the chair I sat in, I couldn't keep my breath from exhaling loudly. Why was I so stir crazy. I wanted to be outside in the sun shine, running and jumping and basking in joy, but instead I had to send 74 emails, and 26 in Spanish which took me twice the time to write. A blessing and a curse it dawned on me as I hurried down the crowded sidewalk towards pilates . I thought all through the class, the ...