Not just a medium-amount inspired, but all-out, I gotta DO/BE/TRY-this kind of inspired. Like the first time, if you love music, you heard Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, or looked out over the sea from an airplane, or (am I dating myself here?) the day you saw the first Star Wars in 1977.
I’ve been wildly motivated to make bold decisions a few times in my 63 years, like when:
I knew that my hair has to be silver. I dyed it blond for over 20 years, and saw that it didn’t look healthy. I searched Pinterest for silver-haired curly women over 50. I went on a mission to turn my hair silver; the only real ingredient that’s crucial is . . . patience. Blue shampoos and toners help too. Some cosmetics clerk told me five years ago that if I went silver, I would look older. And I’m finding that’s true, but I wouldn’t trade my silver for all the cost, time, and labor of dying it again.
I heard my voice teacher sing. I had already decided to take lessons, but I was a raw rookie. I heard Kyle (my first teacher) sing in full voice and tears popped out of my eyes. At that moment, I knew with everything you can know that I had to learn to sing. I’ll never sound like Kyle; he’s in the top echelon. But I keep at it, and make nice noise.
I found out real estate was not my jam. I was successful and yet so miserable when I was selling new homes. I made money, for sure, but my heart was sad. I met a talented therapist who, through technique and magic, helped me make a drastic career change to mental health counseling. I quit the big bucks and went to grad school, then started my own small practice. It was grueling but it’s still one of my top two decisions ever (the other being marrying Sandy, but of course).
I walked through Washington Square Park about ten years ago and said, “Someday I have to live here.” I got that rush of adrenaline that makes it feel like destiny. You’re tired of reading how much I love NYC, but here it is again: everything about that place inspires me and makes me feel smarter, younger, more alive.
That’s how I think of being “wildly inspired”: something resonates inside you and you have to go forward. You’re listening to your truest voice. And it can be as big as changing careers or as simple as colorful palazzo pants, inspired by Melanie (she offers her services as a personal stylist – go over there and get more info stat!). The trousers break all my norms, but now I want to wear them all the time.
Stay fabulous and please share your wild inspirations, xo
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