Blank. White. Page.

I want to fill you, I really do.

I want the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of words that are circling in my head to find their way back to you.

I want to ask you questions and evoke answers that challenge me to see new shades of gray.

I want to enlist you to share my dreams and find like-minded visionaries.

I want to tell you about my day, my week, my month, my year.

I want to fill you with happy pictures of sunsets, puppies, and long-lost friends.

I want to use your space to bravely go first and permit others to say ‘me too.’

And I want to exercise your expanse to untangle everything I am thinking and feeling.

But instead, I’ve got nothing, but this.

Blank. White. Page.

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Lindsey has a sincere love for her precious dogs Molly and Maisy, a good red wine and the Delta Sky Club. She spends her days (and some nights) laboring to end childhood hunger at Feed the Children and to gather, equip and unleash women at IF:Gathering.

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  • I blogged about the same thing today.  My mind is going in a thousand different directions, but there isn’t one particular thing that I could write on today.  
    Why does it seem that in the midst of “living life”, it is the most difficult to write about it?

    • Sometimes I think we have to sort it out, move past it, before it can be good blog fodder.

  • Amy

    I’ve been stuck there for a while.

    • Go read Bryan’s comment. A great pep talk for both of us. ^

  • Been there…

  • defeat that blank white page Lindsey! Write about the absurdity of paying $3.75 for a fake Starbucks out of a vending machine. Write about your harem of fictional boyfriends. Write a string of obscenities just because you can.

    The blank page wants you to respect it by telling you that unless what you’re about to write is amazing, you’d be better off not writing at all. It’s a lie though. The blank page is a paper tiger. A bully that’s actually afraid of you. Go punch that blank page right in the face.

    • A good word. I need to get over it. And there will be a post about that Starbucks vending machine and the $3.75 cup of coffee. Thanks. Fun hanging out with you this week. 

  • Sharon O

    Sometimes the pause is necessary for words to  take shape and form into logical writings. It is ok to have a white page.
    You are not a robot and you cannot  be expected to just ‘come up’ with thoughts on a daily basis especially if you have a job or family or other ‘responsibilites’. A pause is Ok.
    Remember even Jesus rested.

  • I thought you were going to be singing a new version of Mumford’s White blank page song. Oh how I wish. 

    Give yourself a rest. Don’t force the writing. It’s in you and when it’s percolated enough, it will come out. I think. (-: 

  • Bob Hamp

    I’m just sayin’ …or apparently not, based on today’s post… stare a bit longer, it’s in there somewhere.

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