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 grounded is where it all begins.

“Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible in us be found.― Pema Chödrön

And then begin.
When you are fully ready, you will write your own story. Write it with heart and soul and grace, the way only you can.

So fill the pages!!. With fountain pen and broken crayons and bright orange marker. Add some glitter and glue.

Shamelessly steal from those who inspire you and then use your own inimitable magic to mold their words into something entirely new. Give yourself permission to scrawl across the pages, relish the messiness of not knowing what comes next.

Nobody writes in this book but you. It is all yours. You are author and editor and publisher of your own biography.

You always were, you just needed a reminder.
Let yourself be annihilated. Rise from the ashes. Be born and die and born again.