Fresh Start

Nothing truly compares to a blank page. It evokes such a variety of emotions. If one has a topic or story in mind, for example, the page triggers excitement and a flurry of words quickly ensues. On the other hand, a clean page becomes a dark, foreboding cloud in the presence of writer's block. The latter is sadly how I viewed most pages in the past. What am I supposed to write? How do I begin? What happened to the simple days of vocabulary lists, the most difficult word being llama? I would view a blank piece of paper with trepidation, just wishing it to write itself. Don't get me wrong, I've felt excitement towards an empty page before. Provide some guidance in a creative writing course and the ideas seem to flood my mind. Place a white paper and pen in front of me without direction, however, and I cower beneath the weight of possibilities. I have never claimed to be a decisive person, this being just one of many cases.

That being said, you may wonder why I've started a blog. I'm sure someday, when the page looms like that dark cloud I will wonder the same thing, but at this moment I've realized one crucial point: something does compare to a blank page. Life.

Call me corny, but it's true and it has never felt more relevant than at this moment in time. I have nothing holding me back. The world, as they say, is my oyster. The feelings of excitement and anticipation are there (so is the fear that comes with lack of direction). So why not start a blog, a fresh page, that coincides with my life as it's beginning?

At least I hope it's beginning.