I am in search of a new muse. My old one quit. Without two week's notice, might I add. Said it was a family emergency.

I need to feel invigorated...impassioned. I need you to make me desire my true self. Stay on top of me, muse, because I will backslide if you let me.

I need to feel comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable, and I need you to be able to effectively pull that vulnerability out of me. You will be responsible for helping me clear my mind and focus my thoughts, so it is imperative that you know me well enough to know where my mind is going so you can stop my spirals.

I need you to be comfortable. You must be willing to contribute to this relationship because it won't always be easy, but I promise I won't try to make it difficult. Most of all, I need you to be committed and find joy in your service.

No need to apply, instinct will be our affirmation. If you're interested, you'll find me, with my face in my computer and 4 unfinished posts in the queue...struggling to write.

love, glove, dove...*

*For the unititiated masses, this is a line from an episode of "Sex and the City" where Carrie is struggling to write about committed love because her lover wasn't committed.