The blank page is intimidating to me, it always has been.
There’s all this space and I have to fill it up with words, my words. What if I can’t
think of that many words? There’s all this potential in a blank page; it can be
so many things: a play, a story, a song, a drawing, a paper airplane :). It can be nothing too, though, even easier. Blank pages have
destroyed many writers, potential writers, illustrators, artists, musicians,
you name it. A blank page, a blank canvas, an empty stage. All these things
possess seemingly limitless potential and yet they can be the ruin of the same
artists that might turn them into something dynamic and explosive and
introspective and self-actualizing.
For me, it’s always been difficult getting
passed the first step, the blank page. If I can get passed that, the rest will
happen, it may not be easy, but I’ve started the engine and I’m moving forward.
It’s a different step, a different action for different people. For your
gym-goers, it’s simply getting to the gym; after that, you might as well get a
workout in, even if it isn’t the best one or the longest, at least you showed
up and put in the work. For an artist it might be conceptualizing an idea; even
if you don’t end up using that idea, maybe it gave birth to a different idea
and that one put paint to canvas. For a writer maybe it’s figuring out who your
main character is, or what their special talent or super power is, maybe that
gets you started. With musicians it might be putting a melody to chords or vice
versa and while you’re trying to marry those two ideas a rhythm pops into your
head that bridges the gap. Inspiration can strike at any time and when it does,
nothing can become something before you know it.
I don’t know when it will happen, but I know that if I’m not
doing anything, not moving forward, the chances are next to nothing that I’ll
get struck with an idea. But if I put words on the page, if I start drawing or
painting, eventually it will become something. I have to start though; have to
get over the initial intimidation of the blank page. I have to get passed the
voices in my head, the ones telling me it may not be good enough, people won’t
like it, it would be easier just to wait until later, you’ll be more awake
later, you’ll feel more inspired later, you’ll have better ideas later, don’t
do it now…if I can just start typing, put one word in front of another and get
something on a page I’ve already won. If you can put one foot in front of the
other and get yourself out of your house and into the gym, you’ve already won.
Getting started sucks; no question, no argument. But if you don’t ever start
you’ll never finish, and finishing; there’s not a better feeling than that in
the world (insert sex joke here). The feeling of accomplishment, that you’ve
overcome the resistance the procrastination and you stepped up to the plate.
Whatever you do once you get there matters much less, because if you never step
up, you’ll never even get a chance to hit a single let alone a home run. It’s
true that you’ll never strike out either, you’ll never have to deal with an
idea not being well-received by everyone, you’ll never be criticized, you’ll
never be ridiculed. But you will also never get the opportunity to know how it
feels to create something, to bare your heart and soul to the world and have
people take notice. Criticism makes you better; ridicule comes from people
jealous that they didn’t have the idea first, and if your initial idea strikes
out, you have a much better idea of what’s coming next time, things you did
wrong, mechanical or mental errors and the next time you come to the plate
you’ll be better prepared for what’s to come.
Whatever you have a passion for, make time for it, nurture
it, develop it. Don’t forget that there are things that exist here that don’t
include work and money and stress. There are beautiful things too, things you
can create, things that others have created that you can derive pleasure from.
Don’t be too afraid to take the first step, it might be the best thing you ever
do.
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