I feel it. The change I've been secretly hoping for, praying for, desperate for, I feel it. I've been in slow motion. That rut I fall into where I let my inspiration float away, dissipate, and seemingly die. But it didn't die. I am still here. That inspired person is who I am. It has merely been nesting, hibernating, waiting for me to realize that with each tick tock or click click every single important thing to me was receding, disappearing.
I am going to reclaim my life. I am going to work hard, and live. Make every second about happiness, fulfillment, potential realized. I'm going to be ME again.