I haven't been in this space in over a month.
There's something I find so interesting in not knowing what to say. I hardly ever find myself at a loss for words or ideas or inspirations.
Although every time I have thought about writing lately, I'm lost: no witty remarks or new trends or deep thoughts to share.
But here's the thing about "lost," the thing about "blank space"... there are so many possibilities, a vacuum waiting to be filled.
Sometimes the lack of boundaries can be frightening, all that white blankness, like a frozen tundra where a wrong turn could kill you.
But mostly, "blank" about choosing. It's about writing an essay even though the questions are multiple choice. It's about filling the paper with imaginary objects and people and worlds. It's about folding the paper into an airplane and launching it into space.
Recently, I've been finding myself with so much blank space... and where it used to frighten me, I've been finding it a comfort and a joy. I choose to be here. I choose to be now.
