I used to be such a creative and soulful person. Everyday was a new opportunity to create something outstanding, amazing, etc. The sunset was my inspiration, my core reason to smile. I wanted to love, laugh, and all those other motivations for life. I used to be so ambitious. I used to be so pretentious, and used to strive to make my own place in this world. I don't know what happened.

I stopped writing for a while. I can't give you an exact time frame because I was so consumed in my depression. I was trying to find a different place for myself in life. Trying to find adulthood can kill your spirit. I just wanted everything to go back to comfortable, back to normal. But, now, things are better than normal.

I never imagined growing into the person I have accomplished to become. My worries are at ease, and my soul is at peace. There is little conflict in my days now. I know what I value most in life, where I want to go, and who I want to become as far as a person can speculate in their personal life. I've learned to become a very accepting person, with limited judgments (have to leave room to protect myself, of course). Hurdles are always going to be present, nothing you can say about that, but the dust has settled. With this mental stability, I feel like I can actually focus again. It's my goal to better myself, artistically. I'm opening myself up to more inspiration, wherever the source, and I want to produce inspiration to others in return. Hopefully I don't get too caught up in the hustle of modern life, but I really want to show the deviant world what I have to offer. Let's see if you can squeeze anything out of my additions.

Here's to a new year,
(carly)