muse revisited

Could it be that I missed the origin point of inspiration? When I felt the great muse is when my life came crashing together from all sides, spiritually I went through a great transition and had a tremendous energy buzz from that, and I met a wonderful man, and I was losing weight....and every step I took in any direction contributed to my momentum and my inspiration. So could it be the love I felt was only a small part due to the man but in large part due to my energy work and taking care of self? Have I let my lementing for the lost get in the way of me seeing what truly happened? I lost momentum and my inspiration and motivation soon trickled down as well. Why do I need to hold onto the idea that it must have come from a person or from outside of me.

Could it be that I experienced and my lull is do to processing the deluge of information and adventures and feelings and need to once again get myself rolling to go back to experiencing and creating? Allow myself to be open to the muses of the world in all forms?

I am currently inspired to finish my place, there have been a few things undone, left thrown together and it is time to move on and let go of the security of the unfinished project. Take the dive and make my place truly a home and a home that is me, not what others may think is right. I think I will make it a goal to at least paint one flower on my wall tonight.