I'm writing again

I used to be a writer. I used to have ideas and could whip up a quick story that satisfied the urge, and then I'd come up with another idea. Then my worst fear struck. I became happy. I lost all my ideas. In college, I'd worried my stories came from my sadness--despite the fact I wrote stories when I was a child, and I was, by no means, an unhappy child. College made me sad. It made me sad and filled me with imagination, and after I fell in love, moved in with my fiance, and got married...I just wasn't sad anymore. And I didn't write anymore. And I didn't mind that I wasn't writing. I'm still happy, but I'm no longer happy to not be writing. I used to be a writer. I'm still a writer.