I am thankful for the blank page.
The clean slate.
The empty canvas.
It’s a fresh start.
A new place to begin.
A reminder that what has been done in the past does not have to define me.
That what is to come in the future is still up for design.
And that today is when I make the choice.
Will I choose to fill the page with complaining and bitterness and whining?
Or will I create a work of beauty with words of truth and praise?
And when I mess up, I can simply turn to the next blank page.
And start over.