Inspiration comes at the weirdest of times. More often than not it happens while I’m on the toilet, stifled both in my inability to write with nothing in my hands but also by the fear of pooping in a public place.

Inspiration can come in the form of a thought somehow crawling out of the deep, dark, depths of sleep-deprived daydreams, or it can be stepping on something metal and not realizing you missed the chance to pick up a heads-up penny until you were too far away.

Inspiration can be walking with a purpose and getting lost in the gorgeousness that is the last bits of summer sky still able to be discovered behind color changing leaves.

Inspiration can be a stranger’s smile and the simple mumble of a “hello” because you want to be kind to people despite feeling discouraged to approach someone using the most simple of words.

Inspiration finds you when you’re perfectly okay with where you are and what you have, and welcomes you to believe that there is more: to find more, to be more, to set your goals so far ahead that you could only get there in a dream.

Inspiration does not only exist in the context of song writing and paintbrushes, but inspiration is the little voice in your head that reminds you “you can do better”.

So go! Be inspired. Be absolutely brilliant. Be beautiful and confident in everything you do and everything you’re too afraid to do. Be bold, be brave, be courageous. Be absolutely terrified to speak your mind and feel yourself grow inches taller the second you finally do. Close your eyes, put your chin towards the sun and realize that you are capable of being an inspiration, and inspiration will continue to find you.