The dilemma of the blank space
There it sits so perfectly blank and blankly perfect.
A clean slate that holds unlimited potential.
I just sit and stare at it, endlessly, it seems.
The first brush stroke on canvas or the first word on a page…how terrifying it is to take the plunge.
To leave the neatness of the blank space for the messy unknown. It’s like climbing out of a warm bed on a cold morning.
Having faith is hard.
Faith that something beautiful and much more interesting could come out of the courage to create. To try.
The same could be said of our lives, yes?