Creativity.

It seems that over the past few years I have lost touch with my 'creative' side. When once I used to spend hours writing, either for all to see or indulgently for myself, I now have resided to writing purely for educational purposes. For as sad as that is, don't get me wrong, I love to write for university as it does give me that sense of self satisfaction. Anyways, after spending more than a few weeks (maybe even months?!) pondering the idea of a blog and the idea of my thoughts being posted on an aimless internet site for anyone or no body to read, partnered with the not so subtle push from a work friend, I decided today is the day to start writing again.

I have found creativity has been following me around everywhere lately. It just keeps popping up, taunting me even. Reminding me that in the past I was creative, I wrote, I took photographs. Now, I can't even take a photograph because my brilliant boyfriend broke my camera (FYI soup and a camera in the same plastic bag are NOT a good idea). Writing is like an addiction, a completely useless addiction. So you could say that my lack of spare time in the last few years was my rehab, but I have relapsed, relapsed straight back in to this addiction.

To me writing is more than an outlet for creativity, it is a passion and it is, was and always will be my first love. The perfect love. It's like a boyfriend and a best friend, it's a silent body which takes in everything you need it too. It never thinks your stupid, never thinks of you as irrational and it never judges. It just listens and accepts. It lets you offload without guilt. Thats why I love to write and thats why I am allowing myself to fall back in to this beautiful addiction.