Getting back to Me

Hello All, Its been far too long! It's ironic how happiness can cause one to lose inspiration to write. One would think that happiness would act as a muse and inspire all sorts of creativity. But for me it's the opposite. It's pain , worry, and doubt that brings me back to my humble beginnings of writing. For years it's been simply my pen and pad that's acted as my band aid. The one source thats never casted judgment on how i feel or what's hidden deep inside me. To be candid with self means to truly look at self naked and examine what's in front of you. This is my challenge i have placed before myself. To find all of self. The parts i recognize, the parts i love, the unfamiliar parts and even those parts that frighten me. There is no clear goal one can set with this... I can't say what i lost or gained like with weight.... I can't physically measure my growth like with hair... But i still embark on this journey of getting back to me. There is a part of me i lost a long time ago... And i realized i need that back... Much love, ~Vjay