I saw this thread last night, I wanted to reply after I had thought about it a bit.
When I had Seth, I got very sick I had a small chance of actually pulling threw, but I did. Thinking back, I fought so hard to stay here for my baby boy, I knew it wasn't my time just yet, and I really needed to fight to prove that. Thinking about that time inspires me to fight for what I want and fight for what I need.
My son, Seth. He's crazy and wild, and 'spirited', but I love him with all my heart and I am flattered that he chose me to be his mom. Seth inspires me to be light hearted and joyous, he inspires me to look at things inquisitively and at a fresh perspective.
In 2006 I had a horrible car accident. I rolled the truck I was in 5 times, I was not wearing a seatbelt, and was trapped in the truck for 30 mins before help arrived. I was just thinking about that day, yesterday as a matter of fact; and you know what? I cried, I always cry when I think about that accident. I pull so much inspiration from that accident, inspiration to put my full trust in our lord, to slow down and live my life; to wear my seatbelt.
And lastly... To keep me on track of my dreams of living 'comfortably', my husband has an inept way of keeping me focused. Even though he doesn't often see when I am burning out, he is always there for me... always