Something about a blank page. Staring back at me, waiting for the words to fall across it. What will I write about today?
I think about blog posts all the time. Oh, I would love to write about that or that’s an awesome idea – I wonder if people would relate to that or be entertained by it. I’m in constant wonder if what I am thinking, doing, and saying is something worth writing about or having someone be affected by it.
Something about it makes me feel connected. Even if no one reads or cares about it, I still feel like I was meant to take it out of my brain and put it here.
A blank page. So fresh. So free to write till my heart’s content.