“I miss creative writing.” That was it, I let the words come out and suddenly it felt like the worlds heaviest weight had been lifted from my shoulders. “I miss it, I miss it like a bird in a cage must miss flying!” Now that I’d spoken, it seemed I couldn’t stop. A wave of emotion came crashing down on me, I was liberated. I threw my arms in the air and screamed “I miss it! I miss it! I miss it!” and then, silence.
I knew my problem. I’d lost my inspiration. Somewhere along the way I lost track of where I came from, who I was, and what my goals were. I let the bright flashing lights consume me. I was being eaten alive by my success, and although my outer appearance reflected one of growth and prosperity, inside, my soul, was being suffocated.