I used to fear the blank page⦠the silence of it⦠the way it asked me to begin againāwithout telling me how.
But over time Iāve come to see empty pages⦠differently.
They are not voids,
they are invitations...
Gardens remind me of patience⦠of tending to what you love without demanding instant reward.
Seeds disappear into the soil⦠you water them⦠you wait⦠nothing is promised⦠you wonder if anything will come of itā¦
And then, one day⦠a green shoot breaks through.
No matter how carefully we plan⦠how tightly we hold⦠or how many times we promise ourselves this time will be differentā¦
Life is messy.
For a long time⦠I tried to fight it to smooth the edges⦠to appear unshaken⦠even when I was crying insideā¦
Perfection is predictable⦠It doesn't leave room for surprise⦠But the mess⦠is wild and mysterious⦠It reminds us that we're human⦠that we're still becoming⦠š¤
Similar to when hikers climb a mountain, the golden rule is to not look at the far a way peak. but to look at the pieces of ground before us.
One stepā¦
Then anotherā¦
Thatās how we make
it anywhere worth going.
We live in the steps. In the small decisions that move us forward