My husband had never seen Basketball Diaries, so we watched that tonight. I've seen it before. It's a pretty good movie. Something he definitely should have seen. And let's be honest, my crush on Leonardo DiCaprio has only gotten bigger over all these years.
I couldn't help but think while watching it, I used to write poetry.
I used to write poetry.
I used to draw.
I used to be so creative.
When did I stop? Why did I stop?
Is this one of those awful side effects to being an adult? All of a sudden I had to stop being creative.
I can't believe I stopped writing poetry. I used to be really proud of the poetry I wrote. I used to think it was such a great way to express myself.
Why don't I write poetry any more? Why aren't I creative any more?
I just let this part of me disappear. I never fought for it. I just let it go.
In a lot of ways, I haven't changed at all. But in a lot of different ways, I can't even recognize myself.
Oh, this life crisis is really getting to me.
Well, to continue on int his fight for creativity, I bought some sketch pads and charcoal and drew this last night:
This is my version of the Born to Run album cover.
It's something I wanted to do since the Big Man passed away.
Last night, I finally did it.
So in the last month, in my quest to bring creativity back to my life, I started a blog, signed up for a photography class, and began drawing again. I might just be heading in the right direction.
Update to Fresh Start... Again: In week 2, I LOST .2 pounds. That was one of the first times ever in my life I saw that size fraction of a pound and was so happy/proud of myself. This is the whole point of what I'm doing. I want to celebrate the little things and be proud of myself for them. Last week, I was proud I lost .2 pounds. And I was even more proud of myself for being proud of myself.
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