I've been playing observer instead of creator for way too long. I just recently started dancing again, another small conquest of the fear that has constricted every part of my life for the past few years.

Not to say there isn't a large part of me that will always be devoted to taking in the rest of the world, but there has to be movement both ways or I will burst. The inside creator, buried alive, was apparently not smothered after all but instead chipped away at the walls until finally she cracked my shell, rattling me with bursts of motion, and light, and color. It feels good to move again, to finally get pictures back after months of never seeing my work. Not wonderful pictures, but something.