Lost, but hopefully not forever...

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.