Sometimes, as humans, we get really great ideas. They hit us out of nowhere, out of somewhere, and we can’t believe it. When I am hit with a good idea, I literally feel elevated, as if I’m floating. My excitement soars within me and I cannot think or focus on anything until I’ve acted upon this good idea in some form or fashion.
Well, last night, just before sleep overtook me, I was a genius. I literally came up with the BEST idea for a blog post in the entire world. It was going to incorporate all of the things….whatever they may be. It was going to be that post I’ve been waiting for. I remember that feeling of total excitement, my mind began running a million miles an hour and I almost got up right then and there and wrote it. But then, suddenly, sleep came.
And now, the aftermath.
I cannot, for the life of me, remember what that idea was.
Sleep totally wiped it away. All I remember now is how excited I got. How perfect it was going to be. I imagined how I’d begin it, what wording to use, how it would feel when I read it. I imagined all of that in the space of about 5 seconds. It has been about a week since I posted something, and I thought, “This is perfect! Oh, what an amazing post this will be after a week of absence!” And then I fell asleep, and the idea is no more.
Vaguely, very, very vaguely I think it had something to do with poetry, not a poem, just involving poetry – and foxes. But honestly, that could’ve just been in my dreams somewhere. And now we’re all sitting here, wondering what we could’ve been writing/reading in place of this hazy recollection.
I wish I knew.