Inspiration comes to me in waves. Not very often. But when it arrives, it comes in a rush.

Like a surfer just paddling in the ocean finds an unsuspecting swell turning into a giant wave.

All I can do at that time is ride the wave. And it is a rush. I am obsessed with riding it. It is my only focus.

Then the wave dies. I might not see another one in months, even years sometimes.

In the past 10 years, here are some examples of these waves:
Bicycling as transportation
HTML, XML, CSS, PHP coding
Photography
Videography/movie making
Urban planning
Percussion/drumming
Woodworking
Folding clothes vertically
Youtube video production
Morning routine
etc.

These waves started and ended.
I have vivid memories of them hitting me.
All I remember is holding on!
Because I knew it would end.

So I do two things:

Go head first and commit fully to the swelling wave
Try my best to form a habit so I can preserve a part of the wave after it is gone

I am obsessed with cleaning these days. My cleaning habits in the past have not been deliberate or planned. I just cleaned. Now I am forming philisophies and new habits. Unfuck Your Habitat is a huge inspiration.