You must have control of the authorship of your own destiny. The pen that writes your life story must be held in your own hand." ~Irene C. Kassorla You can vow to write a different story. You can copy and paste the first 30 chapters of your life and use them to fill in the empty pages ahead. Sigh a sigh of relief and climb back into that dark and familiar little box. Or you can do the bravest, most foolish and foolhardy thing in the world. You can turn the page, look at the stark whiteness before you and just sit with it for a bit. It takes courage to be a blank slate. To start clean. To refuse the desire to fill in those empty pages as quickly as possible, with familiar words and characters and plots. Empty is the most profound discomfort, bottomless and deep. It will make you antsy. Leave you feeling naked and searching for cover. But empty can also be the one thing that releases you to freefall long enough to locate your solid ground. Awake, naked and uncomfortably...