is my creativity gone

because I’m so in my body? Circus 4 times a week, jiu jitsu twice a week, yoga twice a week, it’s almost like my Aries Venus has taken over?

My emotions used to flow so often, I almost always needed a writing outlet for them because of how big they were…but maybe this new pattern is a good sign?

Maybe I have done so much processing of my emotions to the point where I actually am just good with living my life doing things I wanna do instead of constantly ruminating on and writing poetry about it.

I don’t think one is better than the other.

But I think it’s easier to write when you’re sad, because you have so many realizations about why.

I think it’s easier to do things and live things when you’re happy and are surrounded by the people you care about most, because, well, you don’t think about sitting down and writing anything about sad realizations, because you’re so lost in the moments of love and connection.

I love poetic me. But I love the sudden life in me, too.

I’m happy for me.