Today I feel exceptionally uninspired.  It’s one of those dreary days, a chill in the air (that would otherwise be refreshing) but matched with a grey sky and could-storm-at-any-minute atmosphere, it makes you feel crappy. 

Because our culture rewards remarkability and inspiration and wittiness, I feel even more uninspired than an average day when I’m just average uninspired.  Yes, there is a difference.

When I’m average uninspired, I still leave room for a glint of genius.  But today, my creative pores feel clogged, like someone had plugged cement in them during the middle of the night.

And even still, I want to shout from the rooftop of my office building, that “Being uninspired is OK!”

If I feel like a lump of “meh,” it’s OK.  I am all the more inspiring on a more-than-average-uninspired day.