I miss being creative for myself. I try being creative for my students.
I miss writing, writing for myself, writing what inspires me. All the little things I used to observe, absorb, appreciate, and release, these little things that make me a slightly better person. Stop and smell the words coming through the dark window at 2:30am.
I miss being informed. Yes, this is also a luxury I miss so dearly. To think about what I care about, to think about what happens in the world, then pause and reflect.
I miss being a person.