The drive away from myself

Driving yesterday I realized I'm no longer the person I thought I was. With all the art-rich fantasies and visions, with all my ideas and creative energy, with all my thought patterns in order and with all my moments in sync with real time. I was once that, in my eyes. In my eyes now I see a person far from that which once was "myself". Its saddening to me because I loved the way i was, how i was creating, envisioning, writing and living. My life today is great. Every day, day to day, everything is nice and fine. But no inspiration. The only inspiration im getting is from other peoples work which in end only makes my ego cringe because the feeling of not being good enough surfaces. I want to get back to my lonely girl...she inspired me.