Hello, all you sexy little weirdos! I have hacked into my future wife’s blog and now I get to do what I have always wanted to……….write a blog strictly dedicated to Ryan Gosling’s left pec…..WOOF.
SO, as most of you can guess from the title, I am the one who is engaged to the lovely, beautiful, amazing, kind, caring and incredible woman who runs this blog. Brittany A. DeRenzis or as you know her, BrittanysBasicallyLiving. Can we talk about the fact how her initials spell “BAD”. How could I NOT fall in love?!
She told me I could write about whatever I wanted, so I will write a little about inspiration and where it comes from. Not just for me but in general.
Inspiration is a very loose term. People can get inspired from multiple different types of art, music, travel experiences, anything really. With something that is so broad and open to interpretation, I think it would be stupid for someone to try and actually define inspiration.
To feel inspired is really just to feel change. You saw something, something happened, and it made you feel differently than you did five minutes ago. That’s all there really is to defining it.
I think too many people get depressed over the feeling of useless inspiration. The feeling of wanting to do something and feeling different but convincing yourself that there is no possible way you’d be able to do it. The thing is, useless inspiration is just as valid and true as inspiration that causes others to create music or art or a film, or even to throw a rock through a window. What matters is how you feel and how you decide to carry out this new amazing feeling you’ve just felt. Even if that is just enjoying the fact that something was actually able to move your emotions that much.
You may be wondering how this ties into my fiancé. Well, for two reasons:
- She inspires me every day
As cheesy and corny as this sounds it is 100% true. She has always been an advocate for me when no one else was. She’s tells me to follow what I feel, not what I know. She is always there with me to experience new forms of music and art and film and it makes me happy to be next to her.
2. She feels.
When I say she feels. That may seem simple. Well, newsflash, it is. She feels love. She feels hate. She feels anger and lust and anguish and anxiety and confidence and insecurity and is not afraid to tell me what she feels.
When she watches or hears something that inspires her, she is able to recognize and appreciate the mere fact that something was SO powerful that it was able to move her.
THAT is why I love her so much and THAT is why I want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. Because even if we’re listening to a song, she is taken a back that something so powerful just gave her goosebumps. And she can do nothing but feel her arm, stroking it back and forth, amazed that she just went though that change from something that she didn’t know existed five minutes before.
Some of us never find someone who you can find a real connection with. I was lucky-enough to find that person at 20 years old. Almost 7 years later, we still go to bed happy every night, and we always look for things that can help us feel a little different than we did five minutes before.
That’s my two cents.