Have you ever felt that the air has been let out of your life? Or wandered aimlessly for days feeling as though you are at an amusement park bouncing inside of a moonwalk, unable to stand upright? I am there right now.

After a horrific year in 2011, I’m  needing a reprieve. Maybe you are too. The million dollar question for us is: how do we get our bearings? Where do we find that spark of inspiration which lets us know that, somewhere down deep in our souls, life exists? The air will return and we will fell invigorated, full of life again.

Inspiration comes to us from many different areas. Some find it through soul searching, some from religion, some from sheer mental fortitude. I find it when I look backwards. I turn to those who have profoundly influenced my life and given me inspiration in the past. Like my father.

He loved the work that I did. He told me to always keep going, and to believe that whatever I was doing was meaningful. Whether it was or wasn’t as far as others were concerned didn’t matter to me because I knew that my efforts mattered to him. Now…