Today is Easter Sunday. I napped after a large meal of Tofurkey and chocolate cake, oh and there was also warm sauerkraut. Finally I enjoy sauerkraut, a sign I think of my maturity and the deepening wrinkle below my left eye.
It has been years since I have felt like writing. For some that may not seem strange but to me it is. I used to want to be a writer. Not only had I lost my inspiration for writing but also for creating art. Both are coming back. I think that the life I was living had drained that creative energy out of me, and this return of it, along with the spring weather, is invigorating.
I'm ready for life again. Somehow that innocent hope I thought was lost forever has returned and the future is no longer out of my control.
Maybe I have put on a few pounds, my life is no longer as plentiful, I'm older, not blond but the "new" me is happier.
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