At some point in my life I cut off my creative self. Not all of it. I didn’t put out the light. But I lessened it somehow. I fed it less oil. Or I shortened the wick and replaced the candle with something thinner, shorter.
And I want my big candle back. No, I want a blow torch! I want to throw logs on the fireplace . . . no, on the big, humongous bonfire! I want to rage with the fire of my creative self. I want to let the true me shine through. I want to play. I want to create!
To be continued. . .