I’m starting to gain inspiration again. I’m starting to find the hobbies I once loved so fondly,...

I’m starting to gain inspiration again. I’m starting to find the hobbies I once loved so fondly, interesting again. I’ve been reading, playing video games and writing more. I don’t know where all that inspiration, warmth and dedication went. For awhile there, I didn’t feel like me but a vessel that was just carrying my heart and mind around. I can’t wait to lose myself into books again. I can’t wait to explore new worlds in video games again. I can’t wait to find new pieces of myself outside in the world and inside of words. I miss the old me. I miss soaking up the sun and finding peace and inspiration inside the sky when it changes colors. I can be pregnant with love and still be myself. I can start a new life and still hold on to fragments of my past life, the parts that I molded so delicately. I can’t wait to start sharing again. I can’t wait to start new projects. I can’t wait to be a mother. I can’t wait to gain new knowledge. I just want to live inside of this certainty forever.