I've currently misplaced my most prized possession... my creative niche.
Where are you? We use to spend so much time together and we were once very best friends. **sigh** I so wish I could find you. I'm still on Facebook and I can still be easily found. When you're ready to find me too I'm here... ready and willing to use all the creative imagination I know I have somewhere deep inside.
It's totally obvious to me how I lost you. I met my new job, we hit it off really well and it provides for me one of the most valuable things I need; security. Like with most new exciting relationships I got too caught up in the newness of it all. I started spending way too much time there and before I knew it, it had been 4 months before I realized you were gone. Now here I am... without a creative thought in my head and we haven't had a decent conversation in over 8 months.
I get so jealous of the other girls who have such a strong bond with their creative niche and post pictures of the time they spend together... Oh how I wish I could see you again.
Don't be gone forever... I'll need you back one day when I get the time to beautify my home once again with the joyous items you bring to my mind.
Maybe this spring or summer you'll join me again. When I have the time away from the shallow pit I call a career maybe we'll come up with some marvelous ideas.
For now I will focus on the goal for the moment. Losing the companion I've had for most of my 26 years... the extra 'fun' surrounding my mid-drift. I don't exercise, but I do very intently watch what I eat. I eat so little and thankfully I am losing... just very slowly. Years ago I remember seeing the dreaded ridiculous number of 214 when stepping on the scale. It's so unbelievably fulfilling watching that number decrease over the last 2 years. Currently 164. OH my goodness HAPPY DAY!! Still not quite what I'd like it to be, but I'm working on it daily.
Maybe I might even be better at updating what's on my mind. Probably not though. I've just so been burned by the seemingly innocent things I post that I'm reluctant to be personal at all. C'est la vie then! Live and learn.
I will end on a thoughtful note: If worms had guns, birds wouldn't mess with them.
