To whom it may concern

I've set a goal for myself -
Find your creativity again. Find your spirit again. Find those things that make you tingle with happiness.

I haven't thought much further past that.

Afterall i'm pretty sure that creativity is something you 'have' not something you can find in the pockets of a pair of jeans you haven't worn for a few years.

But when I was in Grade four, my teacher told the class I had written a fantastic story. She said it was so good she was going to read the story to the class. To my memory she didn't do this for anyone else in the class - although I may have conveniently lost any memory of this.

I can barely remember the story - I think it was about a family who had shrunk in their backyard (sounds awfully familiar to a blockbuster movie at the time). But from that day, at the ripe age of 9, I thought of my self as a person with a keen imagination. I thought I was so lucky to be creative and I would write so many stories.

And yet here I am - trying desperately to get in touch with that 9 year old, who was confident in her abilities.

I think if I was once a creative soul... I can probably be one again?