How do we grow up without disappearing?

I think I’m afraid of getting older — not out of fear of death, but of slowly losing my creativity to the mundane. of waking to the same blaring alarm at 7 A.M., spending my days answering email after email after email after email, unknowingly shelving the parts of myself that once stayed up all night just to make something — to be something. forgetting my Power, my Greatness, my Uniqueness, beneath this thick veil of a dreary routine.