Stop Fearing the Blank Page.
The blank page stares back at you.
Hands cupped, waiting to catch the cascade of words that will soon spill from your soul.
But the seconds tick by, becoming minutes and then hours.
The page gazes up, its tender smile unwavering. It has no expectations.
Yet you’ve instinctively secured your own self-expectations, berating yourself for not finding the words quickly enough.
Paralyzed by the vastness of the blank page.
What if you gave yourself the same grace the page offers you?
The page doesn’t judge your words, speed, or word count.
Neither should you.