Once upon a time I was a writer

Haven’t written one of those totally pointless pieces like The I in me or From the Muddy Banks of My life in ages. Sad about this. Worries me. What if I stop growing as a writer? What if I stop learning some little nuance about it everyday? What if as a person I stagnate?
To think about it, what is the most revolutionary post that i have written in sometime, lets say about the last month? Nothing! That is so not good. Come to think of it, I have stopped challenging myself. The usual stuff is what has been getting posted lately. Time to get out of the quicksand while I. hopefully. can.