This is Not Where Your Story Ends; It’s Where it Begins.
Start here — today.
Open a blank page and simply write. Don’t wait for the perfect time or the most eloquent wording because things only get better as you work through them. You have to start before you can improve, to draft before you can edit.
The only time you will ever waste is the time you spend waiting when you already know what to do — write. Something, anything, because you’ll find the next word only after putting down the first. You’ll discover where you are going to end up only after you’ve made it there, and you’ll know who you are meant to become only after you’ve lived through all of the iterations of who you are now.
Planning is an illusion because you can only make predictions based on your current understanding which is in constant evolution. Living sentence by sentence, page by page, chapter by chapter without rushing or skimming or skipping over any of it is what it means to live fully.
It’s what it means to lose yourself in the story, to be a present and conscious participant in the ever-unfolding nature of your life. Still, it’s important to remember the reality of impermanence; where you are is not where you always will be, especially if you wake up every day and choose to write. Especially if you wake up every day and decide that this is not where your story ends.
It’s where it begins.
All of the words that have eluded you in the past will be the ones that escort you to your future. All of the times you doubted you could find your way forward were part of the character development of proving to yourself you can.
And all of the directions your story has taken, all of the ways you have strayed and wandered, were never wasted because they have guided you here. They have made you, you.
And you are the person still staring at a blank page, for all that has been written, there’s always more to write. That’s the gift of life — every breath ushers in a new beginning. Another hour, another day, another chance to take whatever’s in you and make something out of it.
No one else is going to author your story for you because no one else can. How could they know…