Two pages, two moments

I turned the page and saw two blank, facing pages. First I felt trepidation. Whatever do I have to say? What could I possibly write to fill such a space? Who am I to presume I could fill these pages?

Then I looked again and saw two blank, facing pages. This time a feeling of peace, contentment and anticipatory joy rose in my chest. Two pages to fill with whatever struck my fancy! What can I write to fill this space? It can be anything I choose, and oh! What fun!!

They were the same two pages. It was if a switch were thrown in my brain. One moment filling the pages was work to be dreaded. The next it was play to be savored.

I don’t know what caused the shift, but I need to find out. I need to bottle the sense of play, so that every morning I can pop off the cork and drink of it.

Should I expand the metaphor and apply it to life? I turn the page and see the work of drudging through the day. I turn the page and see the opportunity to create something new and fanciful and useful for myself and perhaps even for others.

How I greet the blank new pages makes the difference.

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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