Blank
Every once in a while, my slate is wiped completely clean. I have this luxury, if you can call it that, of having a blank sheet of paper on which I get to create where I want to take my life.
When it doesn’t terrify the crap out of you, it can be fun.
I was handed a blank sheet before I came to Ghana. I chose Africa, of course, and the rest of it pretty much fell into place on its own (with a few troubles here and there).
Now I’ve got me a blank sheet once again. I haven’t figured out where I want to go, what I want to do, or who I want to do it with.
The future looks a bit scary. I think I’ll write in pencil this time.
April 17th, 2008 at 7:01 pm
I love this idea, Mridu. I wish you the best in filling your blank pages. I hope whatever you write, and wherever you go, that your life overflows with adventure, awesome stories (and sales!), and great health and happiness!
Smiles,
Michele
April 18th, 2008 at 12:30 am
Thanks Michele. I appreciate the support.
April 18th, 2008 at 12:52 am
Hi Mridu, I’ve never added a reply but I’ve been following your blog for many months now, and you’ve been a great inspiration as a writer, so I figured I’d leave my first comment here
Fill you blank pages can be a little bit scary, I know, but in the end those are the choices that you feel most proud of, but I’m sure you know that
Best of lucks
Greetings from Argentina
Sebastian
April 18th, 2008 at 5:45 pm
Thanks for writing, Sebastian. I agree about the best choices often being the scariest. Logically, I know it all. Sitting here choosing between the various options is an emotional battle though. Should I, shouldn’t I… and so it goes.