This morning I was battling with my inner voice. I'm tired. I don't want to go. I have to clean snow off the windows on the car before I can go. I would rather watch the Inauguration. And so on with excuse after excuse why I didn't want to go on a photo shoot at the Chicago Botanical Gardens. So I decided not to go.
Instead I choose to go to breakfast with John, my husband, pick-up things from the cleaners and then go home and watch the Inauguration.
Things spun out of control. While stopped at a red light, a car from behind crashed into our car. So we wound up filling out a police report. We missed the Inauguration. Ten years from now when I am asked where I was when history was being made, I will have to say, "I was in an automobile accident at the time Obama was sworn in."
I learned today, to do what my heart of heart tells me to do. Don't argue with the muse.