Creativity sounds like a curse word to me right now. I was never very confident in my supposed creativity--all I knew was that I could doodle. Not draw. Doodle. To be thrust into roles of responsibility is rewarding, frustrating, and growth-inducing.
I like being busy, though. I like being trusted to do things right, and I love the approval that comes at the end and the camraderie blooming out of the amount of time spent together working for a good goal.
I love coming home now. A long day behind me, I can sit in my room or on the couch, listen to music, and really feel it. Words are coming easier, when I talk to people. Getting along with people is becoming easier.
My arms are beginning to ache like never before, though. I am losing weight, however, and I am nonchalant about it. It's nice fitting into old clothes, and eating better, working more.
I'm tired, but a good tired. Yeah.
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