I had this moment where I was all ready to journal. I got my notebook out and had my pen in hand. I opened the notebook to a blank page and was about to write. I stopped.
The blank page looked so good!
It was a moment I had to savour. I appreciated the blank page so much. What a great sight! Is there anything more beautiful than a blank page?
Knowing I can fill it up with whatever I want. It is my canvas. All that I put on the page is mine.
Deprive me of pen and paper and I might go crazy. Thank goodness for blank pieces of paper.