Where to begin?

I used to write all the time. I used to write poetry... What happened to me? Where did my creativity go and did it actually die? I don't really remember. I went to Pharmacy school and somewhere along that line, my creative thoughts were buried under thick books and labs. Don't get me wrong... I love what I do and wouldn't trade my career as a Pharmacist for anything (well, maybe an all-expenses paid villa in Italy and lifelong salary comfort, but I digress...). I enjoy being a Pharmacist. I guess in that sense I am really lucky because I have so many friends and colleagues who have no idea still what they want to do in life and we're all in our early to mid forties! I have always known what I wanted to be when I grew up. Early on, I was exposed to pharmacy by growing up around my family's drug store in what used to be a fairly small town. My grandfather was a Pharmacist and started the family business and my father took it over when PaPa became sick in the 1970's. I think my family always hoped I would eventually graduate from pharmacy school and continue the family tradition but that was not to be. Once I moved away to attend college, my life was in a new city and I did not desire to return to my hometown. It was a huge guilt-ridden struggle for several years trying to help my parents understand why I could not come home and save the family business. I am after all, a very nostalgic person and tradition and family are very important to me. But, times were changing and local independent pharmacies were having a tough time surviving in the world taken over by big box superstores. The family business was sold two years ago and my parents no longer have the headache and heartache of owning a business. But, my Dad is still working a few days a week because pharmacy is his life. It is what he knows, loves and feels comfortable around too. He will be 71 years old this year. I admire his tenacity but I surely don't plan to be working at his age. Hopefully I won't have to.