Acceptance....
I have come to accept that I am no longer a writer. I had much to say at one time but find that I have little to say as I age. I am more about absorbing the present than ruminating in a fantasy world that no longer serves me. *sigh* I guess I just grew up and have shifted my creativity to a more physical sense.
This is a good sign as I am an extremely private protective person who lives way too much in their head. I am growing outward and allowing some of my light to shine for others to see. I'm wanting to be more creative using my hands and the physical world. I am trying new things to support that. I'm expanding my interests into areas that aren't supported by any rules to keep me in my box. I am stepping into who I really am for the moment. The search for myself is over and now it's time to enjoy the fruits of a long labor.
This is a good sign as I am an extremely private protective person who lives way too much in their head. I am growing outward and allowing some of my light to shine for others to see. I'm wanting to be more creative using my hands and the physical world. I am trying new things to support that. I'm expanding my interests into areas that aren't supported by any rules to keep me in my box. I am stepping into who I really am for the moment. The search for myself is over and now it's time to enjoy the fruits of a long labor.