That is how I feel lately. There are too many things to think about.
And just when I think that maybe I can sit down and write it out... I go blank.
I can't think of anything to write about.
So I will write about being blank.
Is there a wild freedom in going blank?
You can start anywhere, circle around, make a square, angle it back, swerve, curve, sway, rise and fall... and end wherever you want to.
Do the dark lines blend into the white canvas?
Where do the colors fall?
Suddenly I want to start singing "True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper
I apologize for a blog with a lack of content... I really just have too many things in my head that I cannot decide which one I should write about...
And I leave you with a random, bright, and colorful picture with a quote by Lilly Pulitzer
