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I feel like Muse from the movie Dogma – I can inspire others all day long but it doesn’t work for me.

Do you know how many people have told me I’m their damned inspiration?

– People going through divorce (I’m not divorced, never have been, but somehow I gave them strength to do that?)

– Archers I don’t know or barely know (my skills are NOT competition worthy, so why in the 9 hells are you saying I’m your idol?)

– People going back to school to finish a degree (seriously, I have no memory of having a conversation with that woman but a year later she saw me again and bounced up to tell me “thank you” for that little push.)

– My therapist told me I’d inspired her to take art classes (how the fuck does that work, exactly? And do I get a discount for pulling my therapist out of a rut?)

– “I don’t think you’re afraid of anything!” (you obviously do not have a front row seat in my head. If you did, you would wonder how I do not mess my pants on a weekly basis.)

– “It’s so great the way you make serious problems sound funny for a moment. You just take everything in stride!” (Sugarsticks, if you could hear me mumbling under my breath as I make myself put one foot in front of the other, you’d totally know I’m about one biscuit away from being declared a basket case)

I’m not asking to keep all the inspiration for myself, but, say… 25%. That’s reasonable, isn’t it?