You Cannot Edit a Blank Page

Have you ever found yourself suspended—mid-thought, mid-dream—doing absolutely nothing? Not resting. Not moving. Just… stuck. It’s like standing in a silent corridor with your hands by your side, mind ticking but body motionless. Not because you’re lazy. Not because you lack ambition. But because somewhere along the line, you started waiting. Waiting for a sign. Waiting for inspiration. Waiting for the perfect words before daring to write the first. But here’s the truth: No one’s coming to give you permission. No music will swell. No doorway will burst open with answers. There’s just you… and the blank page. And that’s not a punishment. It’s an invitation. You don’t need clarity to begin. You need to begin to find clarity. Write one crooked line. Sketch one imperfect shape. Capture one fractured thought. Because movement creates momentum. Stillness only deepens the fog. The voice in your head telling you it’s not good enough? That’s not truth. That’s static. Background noise. The ...