Inspired to think about actually doing something, maybe

The strangest thing happened to me today. I was in my class, bored, because I've got somebody else doing my job right now and I picked up an anthology my sister let me borrow and I opened up to this section on Adrienne Rich who has always been an important poet in my life (we both had a relationship with Orion).

Anyway, what happened was, I read a poem and I was inspired and when I'm inspired I write so I write a lil diddy and two hours later I am mentally berating myself for writing the poem. I'm critiquing this five minute pukefest I had on a page (screen really).

Why must we always question who we are, where we're going, should I be with him/her, should I move to Pennsylvania (okay, I got a little specific)?

So, I know I love to write and if I gave myself a chance and actually try writing I might feel a little fullfilled. So, I am going to get up 30 minutes early tomorrow and write. 5:15 AM people, I'll be typing away...groggy and pissed but typing...hopefully.