I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I haven’t lost it. I just have to learn how to tap into it again. Therein is where the hardship lies. I must re-learn how to focus myself. Therein lies the true power.

My greatest fear at this age was losing my creativity. I had read about an author that just quit writing in his 30s because he felt he lost ‘it.’ This scared the shit out of me, and any minor creative dry spell sent me into a tizzy of worry. Now I know that, like a lot of things in life, you go through ebb and flow phases. I’m never un-creative, but I go through low phases followed by fluries.