Note to Self

Dear Creativity,

I have been seeing an awful lot of you lately, and it has made me realize how much I truly love you. I have missed you so very much over this last year, and I am so sorry for being a fair-weather friend. Although I am a little rusty, you are being patient. Thank you. My brain feels happiest when it has a light bulb on top of it. I want to tell you now, because I am afraid that in a few weeks, we won't be seeing as much of each other again. Please know that it's not you, it's me. If I do lose you in the wake of life, please wait for me. I will find you again around this time next year. I will be wearing food in my hair, jeans that are too big and the eyes of a mad man. Please do not pass me by. This last six weeks has been a great deal of fun. I would hate to be without you forevermore and, as such, live my days out wildly searching for my identity in a sea of diapers and tiny clothes.

Sincerely your friend,
Jamie

P.S. Please forward my sentiments to your cousins: drive, ambition and showering.