There's something about a blank notebook, blank journal, blank canvas or blank sketch pad that has always appealed to me. I think it's the sense of possibilities. I like to take time and enjoy it. That's not a bad thing but then there's the part where it can be difficult to leave the "safety" of the blank page. I would be embarrassed to say how often I get caught in that trap. What if I make a mistake? What if it doesn't turn out the way I pictured it? What if...what it...what if? It's a dangerous place to get stuck.
I'm happy to say that my book of 2018 turned out pretty good. One chapter is called Just Joy. A lot of thought, planning, fear, apprehension, and courage has gone on those pages. But, you know what? There has been a lot more fun, excitement, learning, challenging, sharing, learning, growing, and well, learning. Unexpected bonuses have come through new acquaintances, strengthened relationships, friendship support, and finding good through so many people.
As I look ahead at the blank pages of 2019, I'll savor the possibilities for a few minutes but I look forward to new adventures too. As scary as it might be, I'm ready to step into the unknown, ready to sketch the first ideas that come, and ready to write my dreams!