Its this metamorphasis transitioning chapters in life. New things bring new attitudes and perspectives. We change a lot over time. In going back into my past today, reading through various things…I realize I’ve lost something along the way. I’m missing the creative passion I once held so dearly and so tightly to myself.

Words, expressions, visions flowed out of me. I could ryhme words in a heartbeat; I had a desire to do and be more than I was. This youthful attempt at becoming, at being in a significant way. Whatever it was that I was going for, or was a byproduct of my life, I had it.

Perhaps it was the trauma from various drama or whether I’ve simply matured and changed into this individual today. I don’t know but sometimes, ever so often, I need to be reminded about who I am, the inner creative that used to devote more of his life to craft. I was in college; I was dealing with things, more than I could ever imagined went through my mind. I overworked, overstudied, over did everything. I was an extremist on a mission to do great things.
I fell off along the way; I took a job after college, moved, changed my life and lost that expressive person a long the way. My focus was on new things, in turn I lost what I held so close, so dearly before.
One of my new years resolutions was to find this inner creative…I need to reinvent the inner creative, in a strong way. I like who I am now and what I’m doing, but I’m not the same person.
So…lets find it…