I find my way to the computer and face a blank page.
Why? Around 400 days ago I chose to make a promise to myself, and that was to write something meaningful every day.
Some days it’s hard and I run out of time before I get to something I think is good enough. Other days I feel like as if I hit a milestone for myself which transforms my practice a bit further from what it used to be.
As I’m writing this, I’m also running out of time.
The summary is this: I think the challenge of the blank page is something that can be overcome with persistence.