I should be asleep, but I got caught up in watching the first couple of episodes of The Magicians on SYFY. I love books, movies and shows like that. I don't like like horror, though I used to. Before I realized that the world contained enough mundane horror that I didn't need to put myself in front of a screen and subject myself to more.
But the world contains amazing beauty too. And mysteries that are endlessly fascinating to me. I love reading and watching stories that put a slight twist on "reality." (That should be a first date question: "What is real to you?")
I love the minds that come up with those stories (even if things are a bit gruesome at times. That I don't mind.) Like Dean Koontz. I love his stories. He's an amazing storyteller. Every book is so satisfying. His themes. His heroes and heroines....I'm never disappointed. And, of course, his skill as a writer. He's technically wonderful as well. There's no point in having a good story if it's not told well. Half the fun is in how it's told.
There are a few other authors along those lines I adore also. I haven't been reading or watching fiction lately. I've been focused on other things. But I've decided that it's time to let others creativity inspire me.
So I'm deliberately looking for inspiring things. I want in turn to be able to inspire others. That's the whole point of the work with the horses. Not to get anyone to think how I think, but to find their own unique voice and bring it to the world with confidence.
I was thinking a few minutes ago that there's nothing about my past I would change. I've learned so much. And I'm glad I found my way towards joy. If I can do it, anyone can.
I hope that I can help others in despair. I could have made other choices over the years. I could have given up. But each step along the way, somehow, I made the choice that got me where I am today. So that at last, while I don't necessarily seek to influence others, at the very least, should anyone be observing me, I hope to stand as an object of inspiration, rather than a warning.
It could have so easily gone the other way. It almost did. I suppose it's not too late for that! Life is mysterious. Thank God for that.