kinda like…no love the blank canvas myself!
The title of this post isn’t meant to be symbolic – I literally mean the value of standing in front of a blank canvas, ready to be painted. It is a wonderful feeling to sense the potential of the untouched space – the untrodden field of newly-fallen snow.
It is also a bit (quite?) scary to begin something from nothing. Why? Because the process that ensues from the first brushstroke (or the first sentence of a book, or…) can feel like walking over coals – or quicksand. We can’t help but have a vision for what we want this blank space to look like, but we know from experience that what we envision in our heads is virtually never what results – it is simply a starting point. Getting to the completed product takes work; it takes slogging through cruddy, muddled thinking and execution; it requires a willingness and patience to spend the…
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