I mistakenly thought a muse equated a person you emulated. So in that sense I guess I’ve never had a muse.
It was automatic in my world, or my thought processing, to cogitate on something heard or seen, said or done, from a half dozen different angles, and reach a conclusion. And yes there were occasions when, it might take a considerable length of time, if it were a deep thought provoking word phrase idea or action, before I would come to a heartfelt conclusion on the subject at hand.
Perhaps I’ve missed out, not having a muse in the traditional sense of the word. For I have always foraged ahead, independently choosing my path in the world seeking no other to bounce ideas off of.
Would it have enriched or changed my life in a meaningful way? I couldn’t say. Perhaps in the future I will find a muse, that person that I can sit with for hours and examine ponder and rethink events in the world and their meaning.
For now, I am but a sponge, taking in, enjoying and being enriched by all the words phrases ideas and thoughts around me. I don’t mean in an arrogant egotistical I’m right and the rest are wrong type of way, but in an open considering thoughtful way.