a blank page

Hello friend—you’re receiving this email as a part of morning reading, a daily reflection on the parts of life worth living for that you signed up for sometime last year. I've got a laundry list of additions, designs updates, and website pieces I want to make, but ultimately, I just wanted to bring this back. Thank you for reading, and a very happy New Year. 

A Love Letter to the Not-Blank PageJanuary 13th

Good morning, friend. You are not a blank page.Maybe you were once—full of nothing except the canvas to project choices onto.Or maybe we’re born certain ways, canvases with things already written on them, like some kind of instruction manual for being. We’re certainly born to certain places. Certain families, certain childhoods, locked up in the specificity of it all. But if you ever were a blank page, you are not now. There’s beginnings and endings all over you—more beginnings than endings, to be sure, but multitudes of each. It’s easy to get caught up in the sexiness of possibility. The endless fantasy of what-could-be. We’re drawn to it, and with good reason. It’s where our futures lie, pushing past the writing of the past and ever-drying ink of the present towards the deep, open possibility of the blank page.But for the rest of us, the people who you know, the ones you love, we hardly see the blank page. Barely notice your potential. We’re too busy reading. Wrapped up in the ongoing, the complete totality of a story not yet written but being written. The dreams of becoming a rockstar, making a million bucks, competing in the Olympics, losing a bunch of weight and finally flexing on your high school crush… Well, they’re all dreams of the blank page. Future possibilities. Very real possibilities, to be sure.Things that range from “could possibly happen” to “almost certainly will happen.”But friendship? Love? Hope? Joy? Finding kinship with a stranger or spending endless silent moments with a friend?They’re all realities of the written page. Wouldn’t it be nice if more of our fantasies focused around what was instead of what could be? Journal Prompt: What's one thing you know you're possibly capable of but will probably never realize? Are you ok with it never becoming a reality?