Waxing Age, Waning Creativity

How come everything I read inspires me but I can never organize myself enough to produce anything good, let alone anything that I even get close to finishing? How come whenever I hear some really good live music I always respark my interest in remembering how to play the trumpet or get a drum set and start fooling around on it in the hopes of being good again but I never actually get past the wishing phase? How come I don't paint or draw anymore? I'm a crap artist now, but I used to be not so bad, I think...

Why has my creativity waned so much in the last bunch of years?

I know that during college (yes, all six years of it), I blamed my lack of creativity on being so incredibly busy with school work. But come on, did I really do homework? I mean, I did well... and I did all my assignments, but have I ever been one to do the reading for class? Have I ever really studied for an exam except for the night before or the morning of? And I had jobs during college... three of them, actually, and I volunteered weekly, too. But I had extra time. So then why, if I wasn't doing anything during the extra moments, did I not nurture my artistic side?

Ugh! It's so frustrating to me now as I read other people's short stories and listen to other people's music and realize that accomplishments like that may never happen for me. I know, never say never, and if I want something bad enough then I'll work hard to get it... but I'm a realist, and I have a habit of evaluating my life on a fairly regular basis, and try as I might, I just can't visualize productive creativity as part of it.

Sigh. I'm such a loser.