To be inspired

I've come to realise that my life is consumed with the need to be creative. Ok, maybe just 90% of the time. The other ten percent is spent dreaming and doing practical things like housework and raising my children. Always hoping to be inspired enough to do something so wowwee and wonderful that I'll have some sort of legacy to leave behind. My kids should be able to say "my mum wrote that; my mum invented that or my mum designed that". I feel what I've done so far is lacking ... as an interior designer everything that once I could show and point out has been knocked down/replaced. As a magazine designer the magazines, with few newsstand exceptions, have been let's say... lacklustre.

At least with my dad I can walk over Waterloo Bridge and know that he played a part in its construction. Similarly I can look over at the National Theatre and know that he played his part as a construction foreman to see it built. And those are just a few of his lasting legacies, not to mention the crazy paving front gardens I have to walk past everytime I visit his road. He seems to have done quite of few of those ummm, but they are still not as embarassing as some of the titles my name is printed within. As I reminisced with an old colleague the other weekend ... All About Cats anyone ... oh well.